Fayeda T. K. Biography

Oh my teacher...
let me praise you,
for you sprouted me out,
from a darkened life.
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'Mother, why papa is so strict...? ! '
'for our betterment, my child..'
'okey..., why you suffer all miseries..? '
': it's my fate...dear...'
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This shadow
fell upon the sunny yard,
dark and fairy shapes,
flowing..then rounding into one..
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1. I would have not asked these,
my beloved God, to you,
If you created me beautifully like Sarah;
my playmate who give me chocolates
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You start breathing,  
When you start hearing what your heart has to say. 

You start living when you no longer worry,
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