Beena Antony Kakkanattu Biography

With every passing moment - my heart began beating.
All I remember is the smiling face of my son-
He caught hold of my hand and whispered to me
I wish to see my father and brother-
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Young lady clad in yellow,
Wearily searching her beloved-
Walked down the mountain side.
She noticed prints of his foot,
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Set free a human heart of torture,
A heart that might outburst soon.

Set free a human heart of tears,
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