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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.
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Lady Whispers 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!
August 16, 2010 at 12:18 AM
Rià said…
Yes its very painful for the mothers who lose their child. Beautiful dedication.
August 16, 2010 at 10:00 AM
Priya Joyce said…
something very touching to write abt!
August 16, 2010 at 3:24 PM
rainboy said…
painful but very true for some.

nice one dear..

take care :)
August 17, 2010 at 3:16 AM
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 ?
August 17, 2010 at 11:27 AM
Thousif Raza said…
ah... the pain... nice one mehek....

take care and keep writing.............
August 17, 2010 at 4:49 PM
Suruchi said…
Hi Anwesa...
This is so tragic n touching!
Ah!
August 17, 2010 at 5:28 PM
Tulika said…
*deeply moving*

A quiet air over me after reading it.

You have put it capturing all emotions..!
August 19, 2010 at 7:38 PM
Abhishek Behera 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"
August 20, 2010 at 7:24 AM
Anwesa said…
@Scribbling girl,
Amen !
August 24, 2010 at 6:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ria,
Thanks dear !
August 24, 2010 at 6:21 PM
Anwesa said…
@Lil' Priya,
Thanks dear !
August 24, 2010 at 6:22 PM
Anwesa said…
@Rainboy,
Thanks !
August 24, 2010 at 6:22 PM
Anwesa said…
@Avi,
I guess the pain of the mother who loved her child...
August 24, 2010 at 6:23 PM
Anwesa said…
@Thousif,
Thanks !
August 24, 2010 at 6:23 PM
Anwesa said…
@Suruchi,
Yes,thanks for reading it !
August 24, 2010 at 6:24 PM
Anwesa said…
@Tulika,

:)

*a silent gaze*
August 24, 2010 at 6:25 PM
Anwesa said…
@Simu,
Precisely.
August 24, 2010 at 6:25 PM
Anwesa said…
@Ashish,
Yes,it is.
August 24, 2010 at 6:26 PM
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