Tears rolled down that innocent facethose scarlet turned eyes depicted grief,
In words she found little solace
but her aching heart got no relief .
She longed to see her mother again
which was the only wish on her mind,
Standing amongst crowds of strange men and women
she hoped her mother among them she could find.
Her tiny eyes looked desperately around
to get one glance of her beloved one,
she sadly sat down on the ground
hoping for a miracle to happen.
A stranger to her rescue came that way
and lent his hand to where she laid.
He had noticed the girl stray away
and swiftly approached to her aid.
Her tiny hands stretched for that gentle touch
of affection and motherhood which told,
She expected an affectionate clutch
but only obtained a sturdy hold .
The stranger drew her from that alien locale
towards the gate of the huge fair,
and Behold!there stood her angel
in similar grief and despair.
That one look filled the lil one with glee
smiling she leapt towards her mom,
hugging her tightly around
she felt free from all her qualms.
Indira Shukla.
1 comment:
so nice n so awesome indi....i take back my words on the previous post where in i said till now that one was the best .....(when came from order of reading up to down).....absolutely splendid,superb,exotic,jubbiliant,ecstatic,enigmatic,ebbulient,extravagant n awesome portrayal of the nature of an innocent mild cute lil heart of a person when they are children.....!!!!!!!
-->but my question is even now we are so dependent on parents n express the same love n touch after even when we've grown this much,but why do we act smart to not spare sufficient time n give them the feeling that we expect their care that much only as when we were children n when rather they take care of us n look at us as if we r still like that small lil gal...!!!!!!!???????
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