Like a grasshopper indulged in idleness,
I listened to the rustling of the mango leaves.
I thought about the consuming anger of the wind,
While my mind sauntered away from the river.
I thought about the largesse and finesse of love,
That humanity has for children, able and differently able,
While my fingers groped in the dark
To find a child’s hand I could hold.
In this world, some children wilt
Before they bloom fully
In the hands of those villains
Who embezzle their innocence.
At that moment, there is no mama, no papa
And not even a doctor to feel their raging pulse
With a stethoscope.
They look with eyes blank at the topaze blue sky,
Brows furrowed, answering to a passing sparrow
In a monosyllabic reply.
They feel like a pile of debris
While the tangy taste of pomegranate
Lingers in their mouth, mixing with their blood.
Such absurdity is so commom place.
Say ‘No’ to this basesse with apologetic looks.
With mind noble and heart pure,
Rise above the pandemonium of a mentally
And morally distempered civilization.
Protect children from all types of harm.