Dry hair
Dry skin
Hopes are dead
and their dead bodies are also dried
I wish God should come down now
and save your watery smile
before it shrinks
and vanishes
somewhere in our dry sleepy minds
But why
whenever my eyes see you
either you are alone
or in the arms of
not a mother like mother
I wonder
whether hunger had murdered
love of a mother
I wonder
whether you come to this world
without a father
Or somewhere
watery eyes of your mother
wet heart of your father
are still waiting
and praying for your comeback
without knowing
a dry YOU
is dying without water
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