The Second Child
The newborn baby,The Second Child
In the Home which just turned four had arrived
and that girls life of three already there
didn't make her approve of
His sudden appear.
Of how was the attention of whole round of busy crowd
at Him from NO despair
And of how she felt Jealous and confused
of her mischiefs now termed as a rebellious dare.
How could she explain that things were not fair
to whom could she tell the latest tales and the
building fear.
The hands she wanted to return,
were busy carrying him.
What could she tell of
how it felt sitting far amongst the crowd
and to touch him , she was last.
Inspite of that his introduction needed to be explained
before anybody else,for Him to first let Her accept.
The explanations still had to be given
of if him she needed to protect at night.
The Scariness of darkness haunted her too
and her hands also fought for someone to hold up tight.
Of if the warmth of her love
She said He neede the most ,
Was it a decision to keep the girl
in the cold alone.
I am sure He slept with no grief
because
He wasn't the One awaken from
The loud whistling wind and striking thunder storm.
And I am sure
He didn't cry on the road while returning home
by looking at a friend taken to arms
when in the Sun ,he was standing alone.
I surely could tell
Mother , You couldn't make to both places
I feel that's why,
Priorities changed and
somehow that Girl became The Second Child.
Copyright © Sonali Thakur | Year Posted 2018
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