MY OWN YOUNGSTER


As if, it was the furthest limits of the universe
Where she may have hid her face n shed her tears,
Her sari was besmeared with blood of her dears
Still she sought no help to overcome her fears!

Whom have you lost in the world? Asked the bystander!
– Oh my child, he was my tiny boy, my own youngster!
Tell us who killed him we’re at once going to murder!
– My child, ’tis another boy of mine, my own youngster!

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