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 re