A destitute, half-clad barefoot, sickly, bony & starving child,
distended visible chest-ribs, sunken eyes and drenched belly.
With folded hands in deep faith,
Sitting on threshold of a temple,
in freezing December winter dark night.

For last 5 days he has eaten nothing,
He is badly waiting for miracle to happen,
His mother is in hospital,
suffering from last stage cancer.
Doc says she has only 6 days life.

Today is the last night.
I doubt any miracle to happen.
I know these seldom happen,
Science rules and besides, Doc doesn't tell a lie.
But novice child does not know science,
He has indomitable faith in some miracle to happen
which will ****** his mother's life from clutches of death.

Fateful 6th day arrives,
Doctor is sure,
elderly mother is no more.

To convince his little brain is an arduous task,
Badly shaken I have no word to say,
If miracles do happen, I know,
India needs millions of them everyday.

Thy ways are inscrutable.
Should the innocent child be smug with your name and cling on?
Or
Discard all faith, take the life as it is and just move on?

Mukesh Kataria