Death, you please,
You please go away.
Never come again
On any day.
My little Aesha
Wants to grow,
Wants to learn,
Want to serve,
And also
Wants to play.
Let me assured,
My dear death,
I will go,
I will go with you
On any day
As you fixed on truth.
But my dear death,
Harass not any kitten,
And come not
In any form like earthquake,
Like flood, like diseases,
Like accidents.
Let me love you
My dear death.
Let me embrace you
My dear death.
Let me declare
We both are inseparable.
Let me give everything
That are so-called mine.
But my dear death,
Come not again,
Come not again to my kitten.
Let them stay free and play
On this earth at this time.
Let not a single child face
Hunger, cold.
Let them smile always,
They are the dreams,
They are the wonder, my dear,
They are cent percent gold.
The poet has done a tremendous job by recreating the pain and anguish of the parents and relatives of the hapless children and all those people who empathise with them.