'A single mother'

- Abu Jafar Obaidullah

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"Pumpkin swelling of flowers
The ladder has fallen,
Dawn
The tree is full
And, I'm the pulse pills
Have dried up
When will you come
When is the holiday? "
The letter was in his pocket,
Torn and wet in blood.
"Mama, they say,
Take away all the talk
Lie on your bed
Do not listen to the story.
O mom say, can it be possible?
So it's late.
Talk to you about a basket
Only then will not return.
Do not be angry with Lakshmi,
Just a few days. "