By Anjil Sardar
It's been five or six days you left your birthplace And such tragedy occured I can't cry seeing you in saline I can't see you having difficulty in breathing It's been five or six days you left your birthplace And shadow of my ignorance have overpowered your life Just at night yesterday When I have seen you struggling to keep up with life I rushed to my mother When I have seen you struggling to climb down the stares from the second floor I took you cautiously in the boat formed by my own arms It's been five or six days you left your birthplace Your lifespan sudenly become uncertain Try to fight the broken bones and your noisey nose Filled with cough all through the years You were born sick but I accepted it As well as your brothers and mother It's been five or six days you left your birthplace I started blaming myself Keep breathing , try to get back Into life Cause I have planned something bigger with you and you all My life is not precious , when there ain't no you
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