AVIJIT MONDAL

WEST BENGAL, INDIA
AVIJIT MONDAL
WEST BENGAL, INDIA
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She Telephoned And Cried

Here the weather is sunny
No work today,
I play on my phone gleeful way.
There in my home it rains galore.
My mother telephoned me and sobbed,
She cried 'My heart burns'.
I consoled her-
'It's raining, so your heart burns.
Everything will be alright'.
She cut the call,
The colourful phone dimmed, became flabby.
I laughed at myself
What a stuff mother is!
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Avijit Mondal 02 October 2013
plz ignore the spelling mistake
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