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Brita Roy

Tragedy

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Brita Roy

Tragedy

The Little Orphan Girl

The Little Orphan Girl

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She rested her head against the gnarled Neem tree and looked wistfully at the nest,

She looked at mother bird feeding her chick-- even God’s creatures were so blessed!

The life-less body of her frail mother had been driven away, wrapped in plastic sheet,

They snatched her Mother from her clinging arms --sobbing she ran down the street.


Rina didn’t understand what the Pandemic meant, but they took her father too one day,

Her father with tears in his eyes had bid her adieu, “Good bye” in words he couldn’t say.

Now in the world there was no one to call her own, in whose arms she could now rest.

She had seen only five summers, and was incapable to undertake such a challenging test.


She was hungry, actually starving, as for two days she did not get even a morsel to eat,

She was a beggar girl, the unfortunate one-- no one bothers about the girl from the street!

Her clothes were soiled, soaked through, in the merciless rain, as shelter there was none,

She trembled and shivered, in dismal plight, her dear ones to take care of her were gone!


The Little girl wept, the little girl wished a kind hearted soul would give her some food,

The Little girl wept, the little girl stretched her tiny hand, but people were curt and rude.

 The Little girl gasped, swayed, stumbled, swayed again, grew faint and then fell in a heap,

  Alas! She was one of the unfortunate, just a beggar girl, an orphan, with no one to weep!



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