Coming Child
I Don't come out really don't !
Weapons are ready to kill me '
My father is there , of course
his beloved mother too !!
Mom I heard and scared
everything out of me ;
no need to tell , no need to cry
Still I am not hopeless, and
I know the rays of dawn
must come up with light
one day ...
Mom, I am going now,
call me when you are free...
I may expect it in years
decades or centuries !!
Love you Mom..
Ramesh..
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