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I miss you maa...

Sometimes I feel that ...

That everything is unfair....

When you are away

All alone...

In solitude...

And I can do nothing....

I miss you maa....

When you endure

Some weakness....

And I can do nothing but....

Sit back and pray for your

Good health....

I feel so helpless....

And I feel so bad...

So bad of my incompetency

I miss you maa....

When you cook so delicious food

And you want some one

To taste it ...

And to let you know

That you are the best cook

Of this World....

I can’t come over there...

I miss you maa...

When you feel weary

And you need some buddy

To be with you...

I am not there...

Though being so willing

To be with you....

I miss you maa...

Sometimes I feel that

That everything is unfair....

And I miss you a lot maa....

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