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What to do

 DURBA MITRA.

I was filling..

The bottle..

With milk..

For my joy..

Son of six months.

The milk started..

To splash..

Inside the bottle.

I screamed..

Picked up..

My sleeping son..

And ran out.

Somebody 

Stopped me.

My smile faded..

He was looking oddly!

I glanced at my arms..

Clutching tightly..

Just a teddy...

The Earth..

Started trembling..

To swallow me alive.