WHISPERS TO GOD

The child is feeble

His eyes go deep into face,

Yet he eats, dances, moves,

Cries, smiles, the red face

Looks pale when he baths,

Mother says his structure

Is so, and she messages cream

To remove his paleness,

I only pray to God, Lord,

Please keep the child moving,

You love him,

You care him,

I am an onlooker,

And if I put advice

I fear my eyes will

Be blinded forthwith,

And my mind cries

On my helplessness

As the world is for theirs,

My old age burns are

All fake to them,

Other relations are nothing,

And I do not put my finger

Into the fire,

That will kill my whole essence

And the child will remain

In their whims, and child lives in pains.

I whisper to the world

God may hear my words.