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Madness Of Mother

Country fair, festive season, distant villagers,
Draped in new, all are happy, came to put hue,
To the masses, all are busy, buyers and sellers.
Suddenly heard: 'O Sunny, Where are you? '

High pitched voice of broken happiness,
Restless, airy face, wide opened eyes with tears
All kids of Sunny age in the rush of emptiness,
Became a like, No: he is not, do you hear! O Spears,

The lost boy at the far distant in the fair, spotted
Like lightening she ran and shouted as a thunder,
Madness of motherly cloud 'a nomad', melted,
Rained heavily, to cool the earth from blunder,
At last cried and said, ' O Sunny, Here are you! '

poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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