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                    <title>TIGblogs - Gaurav Prasad's TIGBlog</title> 
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                    <title>A Mother and the Child</title> 
                    <link>http://GauravPrasad.tigblog.org/post/325135</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[This is my poem on Global Warming. here it is<br />
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(A Mother and the Child)<br />
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A mother;<br />
Whose eyes were bright like a glacier, are wet now.<br />
Whose skin was golden like desert’s sand, is full of cracks now.<br />
Whose throat was sweet like a lake’s water, has dried up now.<br />
This is all because;<br />
A child sitting on her shoulders has removed umbrella over her in sunshine.<br />
But she is still carrying the child.<br />
Hoping that;<br />
The child will again carry umbrella for her.<br />
The child will take care of her.<br />
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					<pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2008 20:18:00 EST</pubDate> 
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