The Magic Shirt

R Rahman Henry Rahman Henry
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Everyone sees a different color Wearing it, I can control My persecution to speak And can hide My expression of emotion, Or to put it another way, Emotions, obviously, are quite different As per environment: weeping into laughter And laughter continues in the form of tears. In addition, there is a button, whenever you press that, You can make yourself invisible... and just by opening, You would be visible again. How strange! This magical shirt Was woven by my mother, in her childhood, At the age of fifteen. At that time She Thought: after being a mom, One day, she would give it to one of her children; But forgot finally. Fifteen years after her death, again she came back To give it to me! And just before leave me, She said, '2022 will change the world, indeed'.

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