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I can hear the voice of agony

in the breeze of night

the gasping that hear is heavy to bear

from the mouth of she-belly

who spoke the hefty pain around

though the joy is in the other side of mind

but definately bring the spice of joy



your crying is joy

unlike shinning-sword

screaming through blood-pool,

making a happy mouth

debridging two-neighbours enmities

that had afared since no time

your continuous crying

wakening the attention of whole world

more tears want to drop down your face

because more lament of you call us together