Mute Meets Miserable Death
New born baby was tiny and tender
A beauty to behold!
It had soft silky skin and sported a sweet smile
Family loved it very much
All were euphoric at its birth
Enamoured by it's beauty,
huge hands came
snatched it and
walked away
Hard hands hurt the new born.
Family watched helplessly
Later throwing it on pathway,
Hands walked off
Hurrying humans crushed the little one again and again
Mindlessly walking mighty muddy feet mashed it mercilessly
Sharp spiked slippers stamped on it pricking and scratching
Thud, thump, thwack stomp, scratch
Blow after blow
Miserable, melancholic, disconsolate, doleful, distressed
new born baby was lying helplessly on the path
Early morning sweeper came with
sharp spiked broom swiftly sweeping
gathered it and dumped it along with other garbage
Garbage truck took the new born child away and
BURNT IT ALIVE
A mute life met a miserable death
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Note: New born baby refers to a fresh bloomed flower.
Plucked flower is still alive, feels pain.
Even insects in ground feel pain.
Treat all forms of life as you would treat humans.
NA in Break My Heart, Why Don't Cha by Edward Ibeh
4th Feb 2021
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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