Tiny legs, cute little fingers, an innocent smile and a musical cry…
…a dream that is so dear to many of us.
This little bundle of joy comes naturally to some…
…and after months and years of prayers for some others…
Whatever way, it is a blissful moment for the entire family.
With every passing day, month, year, as the little soul grows
Grows our dreams and aspirations for their future.
The father dreams of how successful his darling daughter is going to be
The mother secretly has plans for her birthdays, graduation and her marriage
The daughter has colourful dreams for herself too
Unaware of what the future holds for her.
A tick of the clock and with the flip of a second
All the dreams come shattering down.
Life is unfair and throws up helpless situations
Especially when we are least expecting it.
This is a poem I wrote last night based on the happenings of late last week and keeping in mind the anniversary of the Delhi Rape incident on 16th December last year. A child in our family is seriously ill with a rare disease. I request each of you to keep her in your prayers. Prayers it is said are powerful, mightier and effective than the best of drugs.