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! '