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. "...
