Lullaby For The Forlorn Poem by Radhamani Sarma

As the cute tabby cat stole
Out of the lobby, surreptiously,
the other inmates fast asleep,
Its moving paws silenced and
feared by the loud snore of some.
Outside the dogs bark,
Close to midnight, sequel
The innocent wail of the month old
baby, abandoned by the heartless.
Night glared by the Moonlight
for the delay in tending the forlorn
looks askance at the child.
I peep through the window,
The temple priest
Closing the gates of
the temple, willingly
opened the rugged, locked door
of the Future of the Innocent,
sings a soothing lullaby.