She stands in askance,
with her son steeped in hunger
half clad half fed keeping her head into sorrows
begs for a living a day in mute silence
behind the barbed wire fence
when her voice touches the thrumming leaves
latching on to her horizon distracting
out of her love lost in reek of war in anger.
her passion intently descicated like falling leaf
when her pain piercing her smile like petals
falling from its whorle beaten by the rain
oozing out the tears of blood from her vein
Dr subhendu kar
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