Amid, debris of fallen building blocks
amid, thundering roar of bombs
amid, flames dancing hysterically
on the charred dead bodies
a baby cries
for the tender arms of his mother
the arms detached from mother's dead body lie helpless at arm's length.
Blood smeared little bundle of flesh and bones
cries and cries and cries
the cries burry under explosions.
A shameful welcome to the baby
at the outset of worldly journey,
life, death mingle
in still mobile entity
waiting to be drowned
into eternal stillness.
Cry…cry…cry
little orphaned baby cry
cry to the deaf ears of the cosmos,
cry…cry…cry.
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