Small little fingers will be no more,
Why there is no one for her to adore.
She was yowling when last seen,
Her size was that of a bean.
She was under a deep pain,
It was their loss but not her gain.
She was killed, she was binned;
With a bleat she sinked.
Her blood was flowing on the floor,
Still they were not there for her to adore.
Her life was gone,
But they didn’t mourn.
The sweet child was blameless,
And those murderers were shameless.
God was angry for they didn’t took her glance,
And rejected her without giving a chance.
They were coward with their black hearts,
She was feeble with immense love.
God now made a new ‘she’ with power of Durga and power of Kali,
To heal the heart blocked with malice,
To cool the mind and soul filled with anger,
And to kill the devils with an art.
This new ‘she’ was named ‘GIRL’. .
Who was powerful, who was serene,
And no one else like her could be seen.
© Kanupriya Joshi