The charmed boy {Revathi Raj Iyer}

The little boy was playful, so happy and innocent; a gift of God, did he not deserve to be so?

The wind blew his gurgle up in the skies;

The effervescence of his giggle peeled away the miseries;

Far and wide from the hearts of millions and trillions;

With joy and hope they looked up to the skies;

The little boy was playful, so happy and innocent; a gift of God, did he not deserve to be so?

Not too long ago one fateful day;

An infant lay desolate in a litterbin;

Blissful and cherubic his face shone in the moonlight;

As he slept under the embrace of the fiery night;

Oblivious of his plight and the plunder around;

Oh why! Oh why was he left there?

The little boy was playful, so happy and innocent; a gift of God, did he not deserve to be so?

A destitute, an unwed mother bound by shame;

Torn between love, hatred and fear;

Knew not how to break the shackles;

Made the choice to end two lives;

The clot in her chest, cast fury to hell;

As she disappeared into the wilderness;

The little boy was playful, so happy and innocent; a gift of God, did he not deserve to be so?

Amidst cries of anguish, despair and carnage;

Overcast by ugly shadows, gloom befalls the city;

Mobs blind with fury trample with no mercy;

Ravage the city that once stood tall;

The wind blew his gurgle up in the skies;

Alas! Lost in the embers of malice;

The little boy was playful, so happy and innocent; a gift of God, did he not deserve to be so?

Providence struck in the form of a kind passer-by;

A pudgy woman whom he troubles to no end;

Loves her to bits and calls her ma...

Lucky to be alive safe in his abode;

He knows not of his morbid past;

Oh, this charmed child of God survived;

To awaken us to the truth:

“Adorable are children meant to be cherished; never be left unto destiny alone to be buried.”

The little boy was playful, so happy and innocent; a charmed child of God, did he not deserve to be so?