Her slight brown hair was tied at the back into a ponytail
On her face was the pain of desertion
In her torn pink frock and delicate frame,
She looked a fading rose flower.
She was one among the abandoned
With no Dad or Mom to kiss away the tears
Or hold her close to the heart
It was with those branded as orphans
And boarded under one roof like caged birds
That I first saw her, but why did I single her out
May be the cute look and the seraphic innocence
Stamped on her face that made her so special!
I thought of making her happy somehow
The second time I went there, I carried some knick knacks
And some sweets for the children to munch
Also a parcel colourfully wrapped and tied with a ribbon
When I called her aloof and handed that small gift,
I watched the twinkle in her little eyes
As she opened it with her fumbling hands
Curiosity peeked on her face and eyes
When finally took out the glossy frilled frock
She squealed with delight and clapped her hands
And I saw her face aglow with excitement and joy.
Into her bleak world I let out a flash of euphoria!