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Deadly water

DEADLY WATER

Water was very cold, mother!
When we fell into the river.
You know how bad do I feel 
when you take me for a bath;
I shivered for a while 
and then I felt numb,
I froze to my last breath 
in the freezing water;
I tried to hold my breath 
Like I do when you pour water on me,
But it didn’t work this time!

I tried to save my books, mother!
Expensive books and my school bag, 
dad bought yesterday for me
with small savings he had made;
But it was too heavy, 
it pulled me down along
Till I sank with the soaked pages 
I would read in the school 
to become an engineer,
And make a bridge 
For my school across the river!

It was morning prayer time, mother!
You prayed for my long life 
and cooked food for me;
You kissed my forehead 
and pulled me from the bed;
Fed me with your sweet hands
and dressed me up, a last time,
for the school or angel of death;
You combed my hair, kissed my cheeks
and looked into my eyes, a last time,
For I had to go for ever, far away from you!

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