A Dying Child Poem by Daya Nandan

I am a doctor in a ward and i feel like crying,
As i am watching this poor girl slowly dying,
It is tragic fate for such a young girl,
To be turning blue as she is leaving this world,

It just breaks my heart watching her parents in tears,
as they pray god prevents the awakening of their final fears,
For she is fading slowly, moving towards her last breath,
As she is losing consciousness to a state called death,

I wish i could help, i wish there was something i could do,
To save this child's life under the earthly sky so blue,
But i am only a doctor, i cannot work miracles unlike god,
i can only hope and pray that this kid is saved against every odd,

She is so young with so much more to see,
Yet she can only dream of a reality that can never be,
It is so unfair that her life can simply end in a blink of an eye,
Fading from reality, just a memory left under the velvet sky,