BABURAM
        Sketch by Ankita,a student of Class VII       Wounded, crouched inward,  Eyes half closed,  A breath; an effort as difficult  as climbing up a mountain,  Unable to move,    Flight to freedom,  Crushed by a scavenger,  When asleep nestled   in the comfort of nest,   Listless were the limbs,  Lying on a window sill,  Waiting for death,  To be relieved   From excruciating pain,  Flowing through   every sinew of the body,   A girl tiptoed,  Cry of dismay,  In haste is she!  Wrapped him up with cotton wool,  Drops of water into his mouth ,  Ceaseless effort to keep him alive ,   Sleeping hours,  Nourished with milk,  Touch that healed,  Promising safe heaven,  Opened eyes to find,   Sparkling eager eyes,  Manifesting exuberance ,   'Ma, Baburam is awake'  A song to his ears,  'Baburam, Baburam...'  A new found nest,  Yet unfamiliar,  Blinking his eyes,  To rebuff the intense light,  Humbling the darkness outside,   Three heads laughing in delight,  Tireless effort...