Sunday, 25 August 2013


My grandson says nothing,
He is one and half years old,
He is feeble,
I am living far away from him,
He cannot not cry forcefully,
The baby cries and recries,
Month after month,
I fear the gathering of moss,
His vigor is lost,
Within himself,
I cry for him,
I cannot save him,
The curtain of life may fall upon him. 

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