Candle in the wind

In a dark gloomy night
that blessed the surround with fear and fright and lightning and storm
snatched away the sweet night charm.

A child of ten and two
Was dressed in red and blue
Lapped by a mother tight and close
A last hug of her dear son, she knows.’
In her tender but shivering arms,
Try to make him calm.

Her love,faith and tears
All were melting in despair
Helpless to ease her child’s pain
She had prayed but all in vain.
The mother was sure
That this curse will never be cured
And he will never see and hear
The next rising sun and the morning cheers.

In his meek broken voice
The boy stated last his choice
but why heaven cursed me so?
Like storm that engulfs a dove.
Did I do any wrong that much? ‘
That spare my soul for devil`s touch? ‘

‘I just followed the butterflies
And echoed the singing birds cries
roamed around the daffodils and lilies
and was friendly with every species
loved the colours of rainbow
and always versed in a gentle lingo,
then why my cursed is not ceased?
deprived i from all fun and feast’.

Ah! His poor broken heart mother
Kissed him hard and burst into tears,
‘O heaven send thy mercy
He is just two and ten
And did never any sin,
Bless his soul and ease his dying breaths
Be kind O lord! In these hours of death.



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