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
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Son of my mother
My heart feels your greatness
You are one in all!
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Son of my mother
Look at yourself?
You have grown thick forest on your head
Your mind has mild thoughts
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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
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Son of my mother
Please be serious and come
My mind is damaging
Thinking about you
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Son of my mother
A grown up like you can be half
You are mine
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Son of my mother
I have tears in my eyes
Come and remove
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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!