A Little Poetry
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Rahman Henry
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I saw a new born baby lying unattended
On the footpath; as a poetry, neglected.
With due respect
I hold her in my hands, as if I found some gold;
While kissing those holy feet, I told:
'O mother Angel, these are my sin,
Let me be mended! '
That's all the story happened had been.
Thus I made humanity sin-free
And named her: 'A little Poetry'.
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