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An Intervention


 Renu stays stoic 
 staring for hours
“it is mine , it is mine”
she cries.

 She holds it dear
close to her bosom
the evil man tries 
to pull with force.

Renu  holds firmly  
allowing not an inch
he attempts with 
renewed vigour.

It is an unequal fight, 
he a burly male,
 she a petite girl,
the tug and pull continue

Renu fights. Her possession
lies straight on her chest.
Unexpectedly he loses balance,
trips down and falls flat.

 The girl’s eyes 
rove with a shine.
Could this be due 
to an intervention?