Ananta Kumar Singh writes a poem for Outlook expressing his thoughts about the happy, sad, angry lines and wrinkles on one's face.
Ananta Kumar Singh
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The author expresses the comfort they sought from the mother's lap that had all the worries of the world vanish; 'Oh! My dear mother's lap, You are never-ending like a nap'.
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