The Abducted Childhood.

A one eyed stout man
Abducted the child
The child of a lady
The lady in the streets
The lady of little lunacy

Her cries were aloud
Her pitiable cry we heard
The child she delivered
In a corner shack she made.

No help of medical aid
Not an assistance of a mother
She delivered a beautiful child
And loved it as a dutiful mother.

Will she meet the man
who stole her only child
May be future can tell it
We slowly, sadly walked the way.
Thinking the cruelties to childhood.

by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

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