sweta routray

December 09,1997-India
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The Loss

One dark night,
And an old baby in front of my sight.

I found her laying alone,
Searching for her toy which is already gone.

Wrinkled face and folded skin,
Inscribing thousands of country maps within.

Long days, She has forgotten to smile,
And a stream of tear only for this while.

Thinking that GOD's clue will shine,
Everything is going to be fine.

She has sent him for saving 'MOTHER',
And now a mother cannot see her son further.
A part of her body has been lost,
Tell me, Who is going to pay that priceless cost?
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