Noor Alam dear what could I do for you? Your proper name stands for light of the world Gone are the light and the color and hue From your eyes and your face darkness covered
Yet you lay alone on the playground slide Easy and cozy as on a mother's lap When all the inmates with that syndrome hide Not wanting to show the guests their mishap
You cling the ladder rails resting your head On the slippery slide lay listening calm I do not know a bit of what you said Except for the name you lisped 'Nooralam'
Your growth and look matching a UKG Yet, weak and weighed down under languid love The ladder forms a mother Emoji Beckons 'hurry and hug me heathen mom'
Lying quiet with ears close to metal sheet As you try hard listening to her heart beat Does she respond to your cling to her feet? Else why should you sneak away to this seat?
Does she cry or sing to you lullaby? Or do you see angels laugh and play near by Else what prompts you to come and lay lonely? And watch with your closed eyes some mystery!
Noor Alam dear what could I do for you? We have been joyful making fuss and fun Bright and delightful singing songs anew But failed to see your play with shades and none
Our commotions and haughty naughty plays Shed shadows on your whimsy flimsy ways Our races are rude reckless and intense Unaware of your lowly lonely presence.....
(On 16.02.2020 we visited Infant Jesus Childrens Home, Kothanur. Where around 110 *** positive inmates are taken care of. After lunch all inmates had gone to their rooms. But Noor Alam a 3-4 year old kid climbed on the slippery slide and laid himself prostrate on the play ground slide expressing his intimacy with the equipment)