Cruel Fate Poem by Jaishree Nair

Unaware of the tragic news awaiting,
Reached the institution duty bound,
The death of an angel confirmed;
Just a tiny -weeny tot in the third level

Leukaemia at the last stage...
The doctors had diagnosed...
Too frail to withstand the treatment
This bud severed alas.! ! ! !
Before blossoming.

Mind refused to register the loss;
A mixture of emotions surged
Groping for words to console the parents appalled.....
dumping us in gloom dark...

Cursed the fate so cruel....
to take life away ere living
Dreams unachieved and ambitions sealed
Aspirations crushed before blossoming.

A rose withered and fallen in a garden
matters to the gardener most;
Each flower just as precious
as the one next to the other.

May her soul rest in peace
May God help the others to brave the loss
And hope time the best remedial factor
Will play its role in healing the wound sore!