To Stop Self-Pity
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I pity my son, chronically ill,
Hence his children with no fortune.
I pity my daughter, a caged bird
Also her son whose love not paid.
I pity my wife, a cancer patient
When I detected a tumor in throat.
Tendency to pity them has gone up
To put a full stop to my self-pity.
08.03.2013
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