O Dear Mom! Save me......Save Me,
I am your Future "Prime Minister",
Dad Regards you as "Home Minister",
Then Why wants a Home........?
Without any Prime Minister.
You Made me with a great zeal,
Then Why are you indulging.....
In such a cruel deal.
Only you are the one.........
Who can make my feel,
And stop your all heals.
O Mom........I have some faith upon,
That if you save me from this dirty damn,
Believe me......I will be your future PM.
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