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Orphan
Holding my tiny hands,
Assisting in every plans.
Bearing me in his shoulders,
Instructing to fly high.
Feeding with her hands,
Bites of love and fondness.
Narrating those tales,
Some Of prince and princess.
Droplets of pearls rolling down the cheeks,
Wiping them off in agony .
A few splashes of bitter truth,
What an orphan craves to do?
It longs for a shelter,
shelter of beloved ones.
It craves for love,
Love from her guardian angels.
It wants a custodian,
or the hands of an angel.
- Arpita Ghosh
Assisting in every plans.
Bearing me in his shoulders,
Instructing to fly high.
Feeding with her hands,
Bites of love and fondness.
Narrating those tales,
Some Of prince and princess.
Droplets of pearls rolling down the cheeks,
Wiping them off in agony .
A few splashes of bitter truth,
What an orphan craves to do?
It longs for a shelter,
shelter of beloved ones.
It craves for love,
Love from her guardian angels.
It wants a custodian,
or the hands of an angel.
- Arpita Ghosh
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