One day, in the very early morning, I woke up,
Finished my morning prayer and went to the park to walk.
That day, I saw a little girl, sitting on the bench in the garden, crying alone,
Asked her name and saw her innocent face, a lovely smile, which touched my bone.
Maya, the name of the girl, she came here mistaken,
She was with her parents to enjoy a city fair but suddenly lost them.
A mishappen happened to her, and she lost her dear ones,
Life became empty, lonely, and zero just at once.
I took her in my lap and came to my home with new hope,
I gave her a new life, a new identity, with no more nope.
After twenty years, when she completed her education,
Being a lawyer, she proved herself the best citizen of the nation.
I felt proud and thanked God for giving me a little angel that day,
I blessed her from the core of my heart, and that day made me lucky one day.
- Author: Maya (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 6th, 2022 01:42
- Comment from author about the poem: Without giving birth, a strong relationship can create between a mother and a child.
- Category: Short story
- Views: 23
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