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SHE....


That was her favourite spot.

She was just beginning to grow.

A blossom, waiting to unfurl.

A flower sans fragrance.

But nevertheless

Beautiful, cheerful.

Death cast its horrible hands ;

Robbed her of life.

A life that was yet to start..

She left behind

A trail of tears, sorrow.

And a mother mourning

Over her only “special” child.

P.S. : Influenced from a real life incident. Dedicated to the victims of congenital fatal diseases.

Comments

Scribbling Girl said…
The mystery of live and death nobody cd unravel...just wish there was not so many wails left for ppl who loved...but then there wdnt be love....May God bless everyone and their dears!
Me-Era* said…
Ahh..bahut acha. :)
Ria said…
Yes its very painful for the mothers who lose their child. Beautiful dedication.
Priya Joyce said…
something very touching to write abt!
rainboy said…
painful but very true for some.

nice one dear..

take care :)
Avi said…
Beautiful....
Which is more ? The pain on the death of a 'special' child OR the pain the mother has to endure to raise the child ?
Thousif Raza said…
ah... the pain... nice one mehek....

take care and keep writing.............
suruchi said…
Hi Anwesa...
This is so tragic n touching!
Ah!
Tulika said…
*deeply moving*

A quiet air over me after reading it.

You have put it capturing all emotions..!
ABHISHEK SiM said…
It kills me when I try to imagine what a mother would feel like...

truly said: "our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts"
A S said…
hi

very touching
ANWESA said…
@Scribbling girl,
Amen !
ANWESA said…
@Meera,
Thanks !
ANWESA said…
@Ria,
Thanks dear !
ANWESA said…
@Lil' Priya,
Thanks dear !
ANWESA said…
@Rainboy,
Thanks !
ANWESA said…
@Avi,
I guess the pain of the mother who loved her child...
ANWESA said…
@Thousif,
Thanks !
ANWESA said…
@Suruchi,
Yes,thanks for reading it !
ANWESA said…
@Tulika,

:)

*a silent gaze*
ANWESA said…
@Simu,
Precisely.
ANWESA said…
@Ashish,
Yes,it is.

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