There’s a child born,
A child whose future glitters as the summer sun,
A child who gladdens a pale but still mother
whose glowing smiles are often cut
by memories of prior predicament.
As the clock ticks, his smiles widen
and his eyes so wild and splendid
His mood would only be kindled by lullabies and hugs.
One bright but quiet night
while the mother feeds her suckling,
With her voice sounding soft in that cupid’s ear as she sings to soothe him
she suddenly hears echoes of cries and shouts
Her heart pounds like a beaten drum
and her face drops in despair.
Having no where to hide and destress
She lays her suckling on a duvet which smells of old
and rushes out to see for herself
But what lies before her eyes paralyses her heart
Just before her is a pool of human blood
Her feet is soaked in cold thickened blood
and her soul is weakened by the terror before her.
She sees many huts and hearts on fire
escorted by screams of pain and agony
Her soul is torn apart
As she looks up into the sky,
the moon sinks
Her ‘cupid’ cries aloud
And the desperate mother trembles and limps back home
but an innocent soul who was yet to see delight is lost
Memories of his soft whimper runs through her mind,
but he’s no where to be found.
His cry is heard but so distant from his mother,
‘My son, my son, my son is lost!’
mourns a mother whose heart is devoured by grief and agony.
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