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Smita Desai [Acadmic]

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Smita Desai [Acadmic]

Drama

"Save Me", She Cries...

"Save Me", She Cries...

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Sitting on the chair next to him

I heard many things

Nurse informed, “Congrats, you have become a father!!”

Anxiously, asked he “who is it?”

“Baby girl!” happily she exclaimed.

He paused for a while and walked right in


Mother was afraid, she knew him

Angrily, he looked at her

Kept in the cradle the girl like fur

About to catch hold of her

Mother stopped him,

Her eyes were bright, fierce

Of course, should be

It was the matter of her girl

She stood strong! I could see


Mother pulled him back, with all her might

With a tear in her eye

Took the baby girl in her hand and said

“Don’t let her fall off like sand”

“She’s our pride, don’t you realise?”

Please try to listen,

“Save me”, she cries!!!


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