Little did I know of what would follow <br />when I shook hands with a kid <br />a wobbly head, trembling hands <br /> <br />Little did I think of how the parents <br />lovingly tended to this gentle being <br />her sweet pleas, her sweeter slumber. <br /> <br />Little did I realise that this sweet minstrel <br />had made her home her temporary haunt <br />a stopping by, on a long travel ahead. <br /> <br />As her mom sobbed inconsolably <br />I stood by, a mute witness <br />the bursting sorrow couldnot be quietened. <br /> <br />They said though how painful it would have been <br />for the little soul to live on, a girl that too... <br />thus maimed by the cruelty of chance. <br /> <br />My lord, I ask, aren't they the more deserving to live <br />those that are so different <br />My lord, I want to know, what makes a few of the best <br /> conceited to be the worst of physic <br />My lord, tell me, why this disparity <br />why such cruelty to the deserving? <br />My lord, why we do we always wait till its too late <br />To amend a wrong. <br /> <br />Questions abound, no answers are heard <br />The search is on, help if you can.<br /><br />sreelekha premjit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-did-i-know-3/
