Get on well with the delicate empathy ANAGHA KRISHNAMOORTHY experienced and portrayed here in her short poem. It came never through a passer by as it would usually be, but by living through the turmoils of the most difficult part of our life – understanding.

HOLDING THE SARI TIP OF HER “MOTHER”,

THERE STOOD A SWEET LITTLE GIRL OF ABOUT THREE,

SHE HAD AN INNOCENT SMILE ON HER BRIGHT FACE

WHICH REFLECTED HER FUTURE TO THE FULLEST..

WHEN I CALLED HER BY MY SIDE;SHE CAME RUNNING

I FELT AS THOUGH SHE SAW ME AS HER “MOTHER”

WE WENT FOR A STROLL AND ENJOYED THE BREEZE

JUST WHEN SHE HAD TO START QUESTIONING ME!!

WELL,I ANSWERED THEM ALL WILLINGLY,FOR ALL I KNOW..

THEN,FOR A SPLIT SECOND OR SO I STOOD DUMBSTRUCK

SHE  STARTED HER QUERIES

ARDUOUS  FOR HER AGE

AS TO WHOM DID I BELONG,WHO WERE MY PARENTS..

SENSING MY DIFFICULTY TO PUT THE ANSWERS  ACROSS,

SHE THANKFULLY WENT TANGENTIAL,

ABOUT DEERS AND DOVES, BUT..

BUT I STOPPED HER,TOOK HER IN MY ARMS AND SAID,

“I’M AN ORPHAN LIKE YOU.I HAVE NO MOTHER OF MY OWN”.

HER REACTION WAS JUST HOW I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE,

SHE LOOKED GLOOMY, SOBBED FOR LONG,

HER HEART BROKE..

HOW WILL A GIRL OF THREE VALUE THE FACT-

THAT SHE TOO HAD NO MOTHER LIKE ME?

THOUGH I VISIT THE ORPHANAGE QUITE OFTEN,

THIS WEEK’S VISIT LEFT MY HEART HEAVY

AND MY MIND THOUGHTFUL,

AS I WENT MY WAY HAULING THIS MEMORY,

OF THE INNOCENT LITTLE GIRL LED UNDISTURBED..

LED BLINDLY BY ALL THE LOVE AND AFFECTION,

FROM ALL SIDES,ALL AURA AND ALL DIMENSIONS OF HER..YET,

HOW WILL A GIRL OF THREE UNDERSTAND THE FACT,

THAT SHE TOO HAD NO MOTHER OF HER OWN??

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