The Girl In The Pink

Have you ever seen,

Kids playing in a lavish green park?

Crimson carnations swaying,

And swings singing ;

“The street dogs eagerly waiting

for kids to arrive”

The sweet little girl

in pink is their favourite child!

“She flips a disc away

And they lilt;

Not to get a delicacy

But because they adore

The girl’s laughter

When she sees them rolling

crawling”

The butterfly flies sometimes in north,

At times in south,

The girl in the pink

Calls her to sit on her wrist,

The shimmering eyes

Always convinced the butterfly,

She kisses her palm and flies too,

Bring all her friends

And they all danced enraptured.

One day, the street dogs

The singing swings, swaying flowers

Dancing butterflies were

All silent, waiting for their favourite child.

The breeze brought a message

And thunderstorm struck

Heavy showers from the sky

Gave few clues of

Ruthless news;

The girl in the pink

Lying on a not familiar bed;

Was looking outside,

To the crescent moon,

From a huge arched window,

She wanted to talk,

She wanted to smile,

She wanted to ride,

On her father’s back

She wanted to make

A cup of tea with her mother

But

All she was asked

To take somnolent drugs.

She was blue,

She was in ineffable pain,

Inexorable monster, rampant dive

Meandering into the

Networks of cells

No mercy, no care for the innocent

You took her happy childhood

Why you run so fast?

Can’t you just walk away from her life!

From everybody’s life!

You are unpredictable

You are a heartless creature

To, God, I ask you for her relief

Muma- I will play with

Tom, shaggy, buzo

Don’t you worry

Dady- look into my eyes

And please don’t cry

I will learn bicycle from you

the next summer, alright!

The girl in the pink

is courageous and ebullient

She had the strength to heel

The pain of her parents

Side by side

Today, she is 16

And plays with her dearest

friends in the same

Fragrant green park

With dainty rainbow flowers!