Arundathi Santosh


Her Last Lullaby

One day as i was walking by
i heard a lonely lullaby
from the other end of the snowy woods.
So i kept down my goods,
and tried to listen to that voice,
aesthetically pleasing by choice.
I assumed it belonged to a mother,
singing to her only child, warming him with leather
to protect him from the cold outside,

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