Once there was a little child,
Full of innocence, away from evil and wild,
Playing and singing,
Naughty and Everyone's favourite,
Like Little pure dove,
Who knew nothing except emitting love,
Little did the poor one ever know,
It wasn't gonna be all sunshine and rainbow.
The heaven-like home was turning into havoc,
For once they acted like everything is fine
Soon
Little one's feeling was no one's concern,
Tried so hard but had no love to earn,
Havoc started to spread and home was echoed with shouting,
It grew even bigger when the little one was sobbing,
Blames and flames were prying the halls,
The little one stopped crying outside the four tiled walls,
Half the family is torn apart,
The most favourite person left with the least love,
Not even considering little dove,
Questions were unanswered and crying made it worse,
Between the Cold Wars and the adult world curse,
With little cloth in hand, crouched on the bathroom ground,
Turned the tap on, and now the cloth in my mouth,
In silence and On a hard cool floor,
Little one permits its eyes to pour.
Little one grew up into an adult,
And knows exactly how this world is dealt,
And even then occasionally the little cloth helps...