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MAMA, MARY, SABNAM : RHYME 89

          Mama, Mary, Sabnam

One day, Mama bought a locket
Of Lord Ram,
And two more for her friends 
Mary and Sabnam.

Her friends were delighted for her
Love and affection,
But they didn't take the locket
For their religion. 

Sabnam was a Muslim girl,
Mary was a Christian;
They begged Mama's forgiveness 
For their rejection. 

Mama was shocked to know such
Discrimination,
And threw away her own locket
For such provision. 

Then, she promised not to use 
Any Hindu emblem,
And to eradicate such practices 
Of communalism.

Mary and Sabnsm were quite impressed 
With Mama's true nature;
They also took oath to do the same
With her together. 

©️ N P Samal 




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