No Breather

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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I saw you in tears You were shivering with fear I was feeling cold Fearing near end of world He took out sharp knife Mother was aghast as wife She had love for all the children I was your favorite one Normally you were bolting from inside But today your eyes remained wide The intruder was about to pounce Mother breathed and took long pause I was held as ransom He demanded fat sum She was unable reply The thief decided to apply The knife was to finish me I was under captivity and no more free I was laid in pool of blood Mother in deep shock calmly stood Mom, I miss so much The end was tragic as such No child should be taken away from mother As it provides no breather

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