It was the day of fire crackers,
And they said, it’s ‘Diwali’,
And every one would play with fire,
And dangers too they are aware,
But what for the burst crackers,
It lies in the human understanding,
But God hath no meaning in it.
She was sitting on the step of her house,
And her delight was derived in her close watch
That the crackers burst in glitter but die in ashes.
A ‘rocket’ launched in its flight drifted in its way,
It dived straight into the skinny tummy of the little girl.
She trembled in fright; she screamed in terror,
Her mother in an instant hid the little girl in her arms.
The neighbours around them ran unto her with their helping hand.
Clinical treatment was given, and the physicians said, she’s alright.
Her mother wept that her daughter’s pain had grieved her.
There was a slight dark patch on the soft skin,
And the little girl stood then brave, that the wound shall go.
Dec 20, 2011
Dec 20, 2011 at 11:20 AM UTC
It was the day of fire crackers,
And they said, it’s ‘Diwali’,
And every one would play with fire,
And dangers too they are aware,
But what for the burst crackers,
It lies in the human understanding,
But God hath no meaning in it.
She was sitting on the step of her house,
And her delight was derived in her close watch
That the crackers burst in glitter but die in ashes.
A ‘rocket’ launched in its flight drifted in its way,
It dived straight into the skinny tummy of the little girl.
She trembled in fright; she screamed in terror,
Her mother in an instant hid the little girl in her arms.
The neighbours around them ran unto her with their helping hand.
Clinical treatment was given, and the physicians said, she’s alright.
Her mother wept that her daughter’s pain had grieved her.
There was a slight dark patch on the soft skin,
And the little girl stood then brave, that the wound shall go.
A fire ******* hit my daughter's chest, and there occurred a wound.
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