A Child’s Story
That tinkering laugh
Those innocent eyes
Those caressing hands
The delicate steps
A mother’s trustworthy carving
Her soul, her life,
A father’s most precious jewel,
His breath, his hope
That smiling face, with his focussed thoughts
Who entered his ‘abode of knowledge’
The child’s greatest blunder
Who knew he was inviting his end?
He waved his frail hand to his father
Promising to return
With his hand enclosed in his sister’s
He walked to wisdom’s haven.
Oh! Who knew he had seen his family for the last time?
He reached the spot, he saw a man.
His innocent instinct couldn’t judge him.
Out came a knife.
That hushed a child’s voice forever.
What sin had he committed,
To encounter such an ordeal?
A blooming bud plucked,
Before his mutation
It was not only a child’s fateful death,
But the murder of the nation’s hope
A sapling uprooted,
That could have endured unfaltered
What has happened to man,
Who quenches his thirst with blood?
It’s time to bring a solemn change,
Where a child fosters with harmony