A toddler fell into
the borewell
the inability of technology dies.
We prayed for you
We cried for you then learned
God has no ears.
You are not the first kid
we lost in a borewell,
Now,
our prayers are you should be the last.
A dream is shattered
A butterfly lost its blue sky
A little fish lost its green ocean
A pup lost its mother world
as an adult, we feel shame on our irresponsibility.
Everything is dark he cries
before the tears rolled out
he left this world.
The heaviest thing in
the world is
the tiniest coffin of a toddler.
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Rajesh Vairapandian
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