Little Girl

I And she stands in the room with downcast eyes as I scold her for breaking the frame of my favourite painting. Her eyes are downcast, she fidgets with her fingers, and her hair falls on her face, but it can't hide the sweet grin of my daughter because she knows that I can never be angry with her for long. II We go out for ice creams, Strawberries and chocolates are the ones she loves the most. And she drops hers and starts to cry, So, I give her mine and it makes her smile, It is this smile of my daughter that keeps me wrapped around her fingers. Having ice creams, having tea-parties with her barbies, playing football with her, making her meals, packing her bags for school Goodnight kisses, cuddles and Bedtime stories, All of these, each moment of seeing her grow up is the most wonderful thing. III And I am down on my knees, praying for her outside the operation theatre How could some daemon do this to a five year old? What screwed up world are we in? Are they going to say that her polka dotted frock was too provocative? Blame it on my child? They can say anything, those monsters, all of them Nobody would have known either if she had not been hurt this bad. The school authorities are still trying to shirk responsibility, some angry mob are vandalising the school, not because they care about her, but because they like to take out their frustrations, some random news channels are debating But I care for none of that, I cannot even bring rage into my heart for the fiend who did this, I care for nothing but my child, I want her back, my life, my love, my everything. And when the light in the Operation Theatre is off and the doctor comes out with a mask on her face that makes it impossible for me to read her face, I know, either ways I will be left with a portrait of a little girl in a broken frame...