“Where is he? ” They asked
The men who were masked
“Where is he? ” They asked again
Giving her a lot of pain.
She didn’t spoke though in pain
Thinking her efforts shall not go vain
“You dare remain silent? ”
Their anger growing violent
“Find him! He has seen our faces
He ran so fast he left no traces
He has left us in this mess
Hope that he doesn’t confess”
“I won’t tell you and I dare
He is my son and I care
The old lady was shot
To save her son that’s what she got”
Sirens could now be heard
Police was the one they feared
“Run! ” they shouted in vain
Listened the little boy sitting beside a drain
But the crooks were caught
Though hard they fought
The photographer took a picture
Thinking, “what else could he feature? ”
But the little boy was left in sorrow
That filled his yesterday, today and tomorrow
He didn’t know, who should be blamed,
Thus this incident is left unnamed.
-Tanvi Rattan
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