A Little Poetry
I saw a new born baby lying unattended
by Rahman Henry
On the footpath; as a poetry, neglected.
With due respect
I hold her in my hands, as if I found some gold;
While kissing those holy feet, I told:
'O mother Angel, these are my sin,
Let me be mended! '
That's all the story happened had been.
Thus I made humanity sin-free
And named her: 'A little Poetry'.