One poor mom walks mile to finds her son. she believe her son will return home but unfortunately the storm takes her son far away. She requested the people from the village to help her but they refuse. Here a mom explaining her pain..................
eighteen is an awkward age where we see the world in a different manner. sometimes we fall, sometimes we hurt and sometimes got disappointment. the poem elaborate the age...
18,Bibliophile,logophile,tenderfooted writer, with immense passion for writing, becoming an accomplished writer is my dream.. And I hope you all would guide me through my steps
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18,Bibliophile,logophile,tenderfooted writer, with immense passion for writing, becoming an accomplished writer is my dream.. And I hope you all would guide me through my steps