She saw the bleeding child lying on the floor,
She wanted to scoop him and make sure,
That he survives and makes it back to the world
Alas! a miracle was all that she could afford!
She walked past hurriedly not wanting to be noticed
The gasps for breath,the terrorised eyes were morbid,
She could hear her thumping heart in her jittery head
But she left the child and considered him already dead.
She had a dream, a career to pursue,her parents to be proud
‘We expect you to do well’ her mother’s voice commanding and loud!
Goodness never dies, good people survive, we’ll see a miracle
She noticed a faint smile, a tear in her eye and a starry twinkle.
He’ll be just fine, life in itself is a miracle!!
When she heard the rumours and saw the eight year old’s innocent face
Plastered all over the TV channels, people condemning the human race,
She couldn’t meet her own eye in the bathroom mirror,
Her sobs were stifled, she was shuddering with fear
The bitterest tears are those that cannot be shed,
She could have saved the one who was now declared dead.
She felt the pain of the mother who was spent with crying
Of the Father whose piece of heart she had left dying
You could have done something to save the poor soul
Oh heinous, heartless human you’ll never feel whole!
Mahima Mishra (18.09.17)