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Jun 2013 · 299
Mother and child
AFSAL ABDULLA Jun 2013
You are my early morning
Winter dream

Your touch is like
Chilling wind on my face

Have ever seen your
Tiny feet play around …
In my mind

I could even hear your
Sweet sounds in my ears
And would start searching

Would like to watch you
Just for fondling


Always wished I could see you
Till yesterday..
I just felt like child play

You suddenly disappeared
From my dreams

Swinging the cradle
And waiting for you to come

Will you not come along?
My sweetie

Cannot sleep well and tiered, please come to me my dear

Will you not come to me ever?
I am shattered and need you
Have you found my sweet little baby?

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