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…