Drown the war
Once and for all
In the Ganges of your sorrow ;
I am dead
My anguish over .
There are tears
On my young one’s face ;
Someone , please
Reach out and hold
Gently ,
His helpless hand ;
Lead him away
This child of four
This child of war
-
Away from my dead body
And give him
Half a roti .
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