I feel sad when i see you the same,
For decades you remain lame,
It is indeed a pity or late blame,
But i just pray you shouldn't go the way you came.
Many mock my abilities and call me names,
But no one knows what i feel deep down,
Just like how the sun rise,the dawn shall dawn,
Till then let me continue to mourn as a crawling mother.
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