Platinum spots in a black blanket,
Weeping sky pouring lazy drizzles,
Around eleven in midnight,
The tiny child,
Celebrating birthday,
With her kith and kin,
Playing here and there,
Down her apartment,
Never she know,
That she could slip herself,
Deep into the abandoned borewell,
Everyone searched her helter skelter,
Finally suspecting her inside the deadly trap,
Fire fighters and policemen,
Recovering her after almost forty eight hours,
Only to find her no more,
A victim of asphyxiation,
A blossoming flower,
Nipped in bud,
Let we all pray,
No such incidents,
Happen in future.
Oh no a sad narrative poem. Coincidentally a very same ting hapend to my mamu's child in india. She drownd in a water tank or hole on her birthday. Sadening but yor poem is remarkably presentd! Kudos.
not bad, not bad at all, it doesn't exacly rime the way i usuauly prefur poetry to but it did have a more then fare plot that togged a emotional string so i give it 4 out of 5 stars
Very narrative and could feel the pain of loosing blosoming bud!
Poem bringing attention to a serious problem. Along with prayer, we need to take steps to prevent such accidents. Thank you.
TWIMC.... accept my sympathy... great pen Vijay Sai... keep it up! ! !
Great poem. I felt sorry for the child and I pray such incident won't happen in the future.
wow! what a seriously dark poem but then again you should read some of mine. you'll be suprised im only sixteen because i only ever write from experience.
Great mind...great thought...great work...great poem! I love this
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem...please keep writing ^^