My Last Letter

My last letter Came to me breathless and tired, His yellow eyes I could well notice, His dad too had such eyes I enquired, And God ! another brother having similar, My reference letters helped fasten diagnosis, But oh the agony of disease itself, The mother, the siblings losing cheer, When came to know it wasn't curable, Well he was a proven thalasemia ! Three of a poor family suffered, My hands trembled and eyes teared, Blood transfusion to five year old every other month, My heart ached and prayers had failed, Words in the letters were weeping for justice, A costly affair to life of a poor innocent sick, Why God? For what wrong of his did he suffer? She wasn't coming last three months, Apprehensive I went sleepless, One day to find the mother bitterly cry, Little had I known it was my last letter ! Written September 13th, 2014 For contest 'Maybe my last letter' by Elly Wouterse