Nobody was there when a child fell
what was going in her mind she can't even tell,
The emotional pain was less that the time caused physical pain
No cycle, no bus rather she slipped off from a train,
The first thought came when she was lying on the tracks,
She was left as a child with wounds and cracks,
She was taken to the hospital by the crowd
As she was crying in pain so loud,
What was her fault that she got scars deep down in mind
She has turned dead who was once kind,
The injuries could heal with the passage of time
But what about the wounds that lies under the mind,
She can be the same the surgeon clears
Of wounded heart no one cares,
Ask me she died a long ago
Not even the traces of her cheerful face can go,
I wish i could be the same again
Little bit childish and a little bit insane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem