Face In the Mud

i would like you all to first go through the link and see the picture given. may be then you would understand better for whom this poem was written. http://www.makesplash.com/bhopal-gas-tragedy-kya-hoga-is-desh-ka/ A story old but still new, The tragedy of bhopal 1984. "People still in hunt for justice" Still the newspapers heads it without a miss. It was a cloud of deadly gas, that engulfed thousands of souls. Leaving behind their loved ones, and sadness to its toll. I could see his body buried, just the face peeping out of mud. A little innocent soul was he, so small like a flower bud. What life had he seen? Had he even learnt to spell an APPLE? Could he even know how to speak? or had he even learnt how to grapple? He lost his life that day , got buried in with his parent's dream Im sure he must have cried out, But none could here his scream.