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Ne' er did she lift e' en the lightest of weight ,

Though she remarked `What a lot to do yet '!

Since months- old she' s been the core of my heart ,

Ne' er asking for any thing, that' s her art.

She hit me in tears only once when I

Held tight her right finger lest it slips by,

For Patho- test when for days her fever

Cost all of us tension, nervous shiver.

For long she' s away, stationed in Mumbai,

Hardly once a year there comes a chance by

To see her, feel her, call her` CHHONKA-rey '!

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