(The poem is based on a real-life incident and is being dedicated to a girl child of about seven years who succumbed to an intravenous injection and passed away in 1996, in the western part of India. The poet expresses her full regards to the doctor fraternity and does not intend to make them responsible in anyway)
Mother said, ' She is superb, we'll make her a doctor'
Father said, ' Maths is her forte, why not an engineer? '
Anything she plunges into she picks up well,
The parents also see to it that the trait is kept up as well.
The melody of the voice makes her a good singer
The girl also got trained to play spanish guitar
Natural acumen drives the girl to the arena of dance
Parents always dwell upon an intense trance--
'Our daughter will bring laurels to the country,
People around always say she is a child prodigy.'
But the fateful day arrived when she had fever
Parents did everything as advised by the doctor.
He said, ' Admit her, we'll give her an intravenous.'
He also consoled the parents, ' Why are you so nervous? '
The needle pierced the frail hand and the fluid was in
Soon the child shivered to say something wrong had gone in
Gradually the body twisted and brought her into convulsion,
Cry of the parents fell flat as the doctor was in illusion.
Every moment the doctor assured, ' She will be alright'
Parents did not lose hope thinking he was right.
The child put up four hours' fight for her survival
The doctor tried his best to make the situation normal.
At last the child succumbed to her fate
What could be the life's greatest trauma the parents had to taste.
A decade has passed since still the parents look up at the sky
The multitude of evening stars twinkle, smile and glorify.
Belief says a departed soul appears as a star.
The parents get bewildered--'Which one is our daughter? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem