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Blame and reproach on those who produce for nation grains,
Trust on the oxhead morons who shove the nation in drains !
Time is still there to bring confidence on the producers,
Passion only can Confederate a nation- mind the rulers !
TO OUR SON (ON HIS GRADUATION).
** TO OUR SON. ** (ON HIS GRADUATION) -AF EKBAL. LIFE IS A FLEETING BARGE CROSSES AHEAD SO FAST, WITH EACH DAYBREAK ANOTHER DAY BECOME PAST. AS FATHER, NEARED YOU SINCE YOUR LIKELIHOOD, CARESSING SINCE YOU BORN- WITNESSING CLOSELY YOUR MANHOOD. IN A SPECIAL COMPARTMENT OF MY HEART STORED SO MANY SPECIAL MEMORIES OF YOUR CHILDHOOD THAT ENDEARED YOU TO ME- ARE OF VARIOUS CATEGORIES. SO SOFT YOUR SOUNDS THE SIGHT OF YOUR LOVELY TEARS, MILD HUGS WITH LITTLE ARMS ALL ARE SAVED FOR YEARS ! YOU NOW GROWN UP AND FLOURISHING YOUR OWN IDEAS, YOUR SPIRIT NOW CAN MANIFEST THE UPCOMING YEARS. I'M SO PROUD...
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