Here is a touching poem by Ahmedabad-based writer Revathi Raj Iyer, presented by Atreya Sarma in The Hans India (Sunday Hans, Aug 7, 2016)… http://epaper.thehansindia.com/898862/SUNDAY-HANS/SUNDAY-HANS#page/16/2
“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”
An infant trashed in a litterbin, one fateful day
Amidst cries of anguish and despair
Gloom befalls the city as terror and carnage
Cast its ugly shadow as mobs blind with fury
Trample with no mercy
Ravage the city that once stood tall
But changed Rizzu’s destiny
“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”
He knows not of his morbid past
Lucky to be alive, safe in his abode
As serendipity struck in the form of a kind passer by
He loves the pudgy woman, whom he troubles to no end
Loves her to bits and calls her “Ma”...
“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”
Rizzu survived to awaken us to the truth
There are still kind hearts to vanquish their sorrows
Adorable are children, meant to be cherished
Never to be left, alone to be buried
“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”
“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”
An infant trashed in a litterbin, one fateful day
Amidst cries of anguish and despair
Gloom befalls the city as terror and carnage
Cast its ugly shadow as mobs blind with fury
Trample with no mercy
Ravage the city that once stood tall
But changed Rizzu’s destiny
“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”
He knows not of his morbid past
Lucky to be alive, safe in his abode
As serendipity struck in the form of a kind passer by
He loves the pudgy woman, whom he troubles to no end
Loves her to bits and calls her “Ma”...
“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”
Rizzu survived to awaken us to the truth
There are still kind hearts to vanquish their sorrows
Adorable are children, meant to be cherished
Never to be left, alone to be buried
“The little boy is playful, so happy and innocent
Rizzu is a seven year old, should he not be so?”
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