The Cries- Haiku.

Great way to solve.

The child cries
Knowing not what to do
mother cries too.

Both crying aloud
at top of their voice
throats get stuck.

With broken voice
both could not cry more
They keep quiet

Their voice lost
both fall asleep in exertion
The cries cease

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