I saw a little girl in my garden
enters slowly as a beautiful maiden.
Twinkling eyes with a power of innocence,
Pluck flowers eagerly without much patience.
I was behind a wall, seeing everything,
Thought that it was odd or wrong or something
I went there and called out to the girl
She came with rosy cheeks and bouncy curls.
I asked her about the plucking flowers
she replied with a smile in showers:
“My mother has her birthday tomorrow.
I wanna end all her sorrow.
This is the gift that I keep.
It’s priceless, lovely and cheap
Just now she is in the hospital.
Very weak, her condition is critical.
I don’t have any gifts and money
I pluck flowers for my mom Rinie.”
I hugged the child and kissed on her face –
So pure and innocent, but with a critical case.
I took her in my arms and went along with her.
The air was rough with a calm weather.
Hospital was teeming with a huge crowd.
The girl was so happy and very proud,
thinking that all had come to wish her mother.
But shocked she was, hearing something a man utter.
“What happened, what happened?” she asked
Not knowing anything she aghast.
I too was scared as to what had happened.
Suddenly a paper flew where something was penned:
My li’l daughter, we’ll be meeting in Heaven
Go home and wear a cloth I have woven.
She wept bitterly on her mother’s coffin.
With intense grief, she puts flowers of jasmine.
I took her home as she was very lonely.
Gave her food but she drank water only.
Next day she went near the grave
Broken with sorrows and grief lay like a brave
She was no more and dead.
I cried as everything went beyond my head.
Now both the graves are side by side.
Not my home, beside her mother’s grave she wanted to reside.
I pray to God to take care of my little sweet maiden.
I am happy as both had met in Heaven…