She woke up to the cry of baby
Maybe it is hungry
Calling for feed it must be
Then will it sleep peacefully.
She turns to her side only to find
The cradle is empty
She thinks for a moment, “where’s my baby”
A tear escapes her eyes
The fateful day plays before her eyes
How it had suddenly fallen ill
How it was crying in pain that day
How it refused any feed.
It’s feet were cold already
Medicines were being administered
They rushed to hospital soon enough
And returned with a dead body.
She turned and tossed in bed again
Haunted by its memories
How the cradle reminded her
Of her little angel
Amongst this she got out of bed
Her daughter slept peacefully
A smile donned her face so nice
As if adorning life’s beauty!
Praying silently for safely
Of long life of her daughter
She thanks God for what she has
And tries to sleep soundly!