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Raghab Nepal

You fed me ever,

Until I'm grown.

The seed for my prospect,

That you had sown.

Happiness of yours

All you shared.

When I had a cut,

You had more pains.

I regret the days

I made you sad.

On rain or storm

You've held my hand.

Your feel, I have

Shall no one rob

And you are ranked

Above the god.

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