I SAW HER STRONG A girl of two or three, painted with hot yellow, head, toe and knee, sleeping silently, shivering snow, lying on a lady's lap, under the toga. Might be the last nap, marching towards an end, to begin. help my child, she pled, her eyes bleed. for my child all i need, help her grow, she's just a seed. Helpless lying on the floor, few paper notes, nothing more. this, ain't for sweet and flour, nor for myself to feed. For this small heart i need, her pulses i can't read. from the door frame she saw, business of emotions, dark and raw. (page-1) --Mr. Shubham Kumar I SAW HER STRONG (page no-1)
