Ode To A Son

Ode To A Son ode

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Look at that smile, that heart, those eyes they are in so much pain.. but are still wise.. come to me son for you have worked so hard. Now come to me, put your head on my lap and i ll sing you to sleep. I will sing you a lullaby that makes you feel that you are flying in the sky… So high. You have been through a lot, you have fought your fight, you have seen so much pain you are like still water running deep.. come, come to me son i ll sing you to sleep. The grounds that you have covered the battles that you have fight the wars that rages in your head have given way to this peaceful night., And i am sorry son for i was not there for you when you needed me, when you wanted to share your grief. And for one last time come., come to me i ll sing you to sleep.

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As i have already stated my name is devanshu bagga i live in calcutta india i am 20 years old and a college student.
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