Sorrowful Days
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Sorrowful days
Oh! dear son
there is no other reason
some approach shall be there from persons
we shall have food later on
No worry
mother, I am sorry
I am not hungry
let us try more and carry the appeal
Mother raised the hands
but couldn't weep at the end
she was helpless in world
so much misery yet to unfold
she has fine resolve
and can solve
the unpleasant condition
despite so much of deterioration
one day, yes one day
"she thinks of determined stay
we will be successful
"no more then will be the sorrowful days"
Hasmukh Amathalal Mehta
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