'Mama, wake up now! The have gone'
I cry in the dark morning agony
I shake her continually
Till she fall off
Blood oozing from her nostril
'Mama! Your blood is coming out'
In pain I cry
Mama's heart has stopped beating
Her body is cooling off
'I think of death'
'Mama is dead'
'No she is not'
Consoling myself
Baba went away midst the night
Together with sister and brother
I was to guard mama
I remember!
The blast was the gun shot
Mama has been killed.
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