You're enjoying I'm creating Neither hundred percent Nor the hundredth of whole Only like a mediocre of You and me. As long as I'm writing My poem bridges the gap Even though a single Atom of us.
The moment, when my mother came to know about conceiving, poured immense pleasure to her. She became indolent and addicted of glee. Her amusement fed me through amniotic fluid for nine months.
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