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Son of my mother

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By Wenne Madyt Dengs (A poet and Journalist)

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I have really missed you

You left me in mess

You are my true next of kin

Son of my mother

My heart feels your greatness

You are one in all!

Son of my mother

Look at yourself?

You have grown thick forest on your head

Your mind has mild thoughts

Son of my mother

You have made yourself to be as busy as bee

Our mother crawls for no reason

The mother of courteous sons

Son of my mother

Please be serious and come

My mind is damaging

Thinking about you

Son of my mother

A grown up like you can be half

You are mine

Son of my mother

I have tears in my eyes

Come and remove

Son of my mother

Look at our offspring

They have shrunk

They lack food

Their feet are dried

Son of my mother

Please come back!

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