Dawn of hope
from the hilly slope
brought the skies,
blue, bright and white.
Sunrays warm,
warmed her heart:
that filthy germ,
well, could not hurt!
Doctors and pills
ate up her bills,
she borrowed breads
from the newly weds.
Scarce milk,
no fried beans
and she screamed
like, in bad dreams.
Was this fair?
Death in the air,
life smelt rare:
all grief and fear.
Deceptive time
shows its might-
only a month,
all crushed and burnt!
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