Don't get scared
I too will leave this place
I may fly with the dry wind
Or may fly like the yellow bird
To the lighted sky for ever
Or I may leave as a floating stone
With the spark of your mobile phone
To the marshy land of hatred for ever
Just to tell you
Don't get scared
I will surely leave this place
With the last rain
My mother is waiting for thirty six years,
She taught me how to love life for ever
She might have forgotten my face
My lean long hands, poetic mind
Or anything she gave me for ever...
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