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
Editor
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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