Mystery and History

A terrible earthquake rocked Bidding adieu left us shocked Rescuers worked on the third day Looking exhausted and in dismay Suddenly mixed feelings filled the air When they lifted two up the metal stair Shielded from the falling fragments Embraced and protected within a mother’s garment Wrapped in a carcass that offered comfort A live six month-old baby girl put her effort She moved having been suckled on that fateful day By her mother who had entered the unknown gateway Only this could have crammed her mind Let me die so that they could find My child alive; my child must live So, she breast-fed until alive One could compare her love to a mystery Her life after death is but history Tears trickle from stony hearts Also from those carrying debris in their carts Like a mother longing to hug her child Our Creator waits to embrace us His child He can pick us up from any rubble And in us can make joy bubble