Little Heart's Wet Weekend

Chemo chase was a quagmire again tonight,

The six years' heart

Silently cried, " Why don't you go fly a kite?'

Lying on the bed,

In the midst of iodoform spreading grey,

She thinks a lot,

Her lips so tired to say;

Daddy's girl was the cynosure of all eyes,

Decorous smile now changed structure,

Ghastly white skin as cold as ice;

The Bucolic love,

Then whispered to her dad,

"He tied us with a Gossamer thread

Snatched away the Talisman,

Only few days left to live,

Asking for my life,

That I never wanna give";

His eyes lost colour,

As he brooded over;

"Oh Love! A serendipity he found your face,

The heaven must be lacking good heart's grace";

The innocent eyes pleaded-

Take me away from here,

I wanna look at the stars

Taste the candies

And have you near;

Never said a soul,

He took the flightless bird and flew

Saying, " I could paint the sky for you";

Days into years,

In the box of memories was a letter,

That read,

"Sky lost its blue,

Day and night

Up here, I'm twinkling shiny and bright "