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Thine World Is Cancer
Thine world is cancer' A call from mom, In aching voice, she said, "Not seen you for months, Come and see me, Know, you are busy in life"; In next flight I reached home, But found her in hospital bed; Dry like withered petal, So tired and weak she was; Head shaved, Could count ribs one by one; In half opened eyes She watched me, Gestured, come hug me once, "It's long time, No touch of you"; Eyes wet, no voice in my tongue, Hugged her, Tears of mine, wet her soul; A drop from her dry eyes, Said from soul in terrible pain, "Why this to me, Never did wrong in my life, Always kind, Compassionate I was; Where mistake had happened? Punishing me with dreadful 'cancer'; It's so painful tiring, I cant stand; Stay close to me my son, My days are numbered; Look my son, Death envoy waving... From height in the sky; Waiting to take me with him, Whispering oft, 'O' baby, thine world, Is no more thine; Incarcerated by modern world, This world of 'cancer'; The food thou eat, Assuming good for health, But is blend of Insecticide and pesticide; Buildings replace the green trees, Breeze to breathe is poison gas; Polluted water thou drink; Has weakened humans, Immunity to distemper too lost; Come baby its painful world"; © Sadashivan Nair
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