We Are Unique
The hammer teaches us how to play
Bed of stones beckoning with the hand
The cries of my younger's provide energy
Work hard for a bread
Though I am a kid
Yet mature!
Metallic sounds,
Drops from dry bones,
Cool my body.
Father doesn't know us
Maybe He is reading my face!
Mom is too ill to work
Her kind hands,
Fight with a hammer,
Do hard in the battle of betrothal
Silent Cries
And Her worthy love
Matures me.
You can again betray with Her daughter!!
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