No one mother --- Abu Jafar Obaidullah

No one mother
Abu Jafar Obaidullah

"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. "...