'Lado, why did you go across the border.'
Searches in streets and shops, her mother.
Sleeps alone on the bed, her beloved doll.
Weeps, mom in the nights whenever peer.
Sobs the doll, lying on bed in dry eyes,
Eyes of mom shed, the stream of tears.
Having the comb in hand, calls her mom,
Come Lado! , let me comb tangled your hair.
Crickets read and consumed her books,
she had left deserted, in all these years.
A pair of her favorite cloth and her toy,
mother has kept safely, in the coffer.
Just for play and fun she stepped that side,
She doesn't know even, what's the border.
Where to send her passport and visa,
mom does not know, she'll find where?
S. D. Tiwari
Lado - lovingly name of girls
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem