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A poem of Dr Sharad Singh

She has turned to stone….

She was also put the hand together and beg

She was reminded her wrinkled old age

Her white hair

Her old legs trembled

She walked around his door

By the support of her stick

From where she was expected that

Wardiwale who sitting inside the door

They will find her grand daughter

Her old requests were pricing that

Finding brought her granddaughter

Raped, dead

Since then she has not shaking with emotion, not aging, not fear

She has turned to stone ….

- Dr. Sharad Singh