Dripping through my fingers,
I'm venting out all that I hold.
Yet, it's not even nearing emptiness.
So much is the love,
You poured into this little soul.-
Not just his relatives, he left the whole country in tears,
What must be the condition of the parents who got him after 7 years.
His little body was as delicate as small flowers,
They failed to rescue him till 110 hours
In front of his mother's eyes, so deep he did fell,
They must be feeling remorse that why didn't they properly cover the bore well.
There was no proper oxygen for him, no light beams,
No one could hear that small baby's screams.
They failed to save him, he couldn't get a cold breeze,
Now may little Fateh's soul rest in peace.
-
we weave two lives into a fine interlace of emotions to
create a tiny Soul!
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Evolving in my version better - Once after
Blooming as a mother !-
I have lost myself in light....
And found the real me in dark.....-
tiny fingers held within my palm,
little soul etched to my heart.-
Even a little soul means
A lot to you.
If you have a time for it.-