A Nine Year Old Child Poem by bimal rai

Busy hands with blood into the body.
Heart' beating normal, but unconscious.
Stitching those muscles, closing those cuts;
Everything was normal and under control.
None knew what stood alongside, watching the poor boy,
Death, the danger was it
Like a carcass laid the victim(the boy) , therein:
Though his heart's beating.
The death for the boy was certain.
Despite the fact that his heart was beating
Only, the death knew the end for the poor boy:
Only, the death was aware for it.
Therefore, he waited, watched the humanly attempt.
An attempt to keep the boy safe,
But, the death knew his rules,
He wasn't like those fools.
He stood, touched the boy's hand
The boy woke up without his body,
The body in which he was sleeping before.
The doctors, could not believe the magic
They tried everything, any means possible to save the boy.
But the death had already caught him,
He had hold him close.
Finally, the doctors gave him up;
They yielded upon the magic of the death.
And the victory was for the death, afterall.
O' the incredible magic of the death.
The doctors came out of the battlefield:
Defeated, when they were capable to win the battle.
A doctor spoke, 'We are sorry. We are unable to save your kid.'
Tears rolled down the cheeks of heartbroken parents.
But the boy would not return,
He would not call his parents: 'Mom, Dad I am home.'
No more, not again this time; this nine year old child.
Because, the operation has become unsuccessfull:
Because, he has left the world forever, for someone to be born as in his next life.