to the quake victimA Poem by poddar kushalTo the quake victims
The tail of the red toy truck can be seen. If there is any pair of innocent hands to play with the toy, there is no mind. Or body. He holds her quite and tightly. The debris lies before them where a little body is still confined. May be, still alive. Oh! He knows now, how hard it is to lose hope.
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3 Reviews Added on June 17, 2008 Last Updated on June 17, 2008 Authorpoddar kushalkolkata, India, IndiaAboutlife and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..Writing
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