Sitting at the park -bench,
With a pen and a paper in my hand,
A girl of six ,came to me-
With a beautiful eyes of blue
And a face full of innocence.
She hugged me and gave a kiss ,
Startled at her friendliness,
I gave her a kiss back .
Looking at my eyes,
She spoke up ,not with words
But with actions ,
Actions which I could make out —
Of a language ,only a blessed sector knew…
She was dumb and deaf .
Trying to convey a message —
Something very important ,
But my head couldn’t get it.
Still she tried telling me ,
With a hope I get it .
Finally , I tried writing on my piece Of paper ,
Words which I could make out .
It read —”love you ,but you look sad ,
Sadness shouldn’t be in life
For it will harass you.
Look at me , I look so happy …”
With a teary eyes I looked at her,
She hugged me again and said
“Can I be your best buddy ?”.
Till that very moment ,
Loneliness had conquered me.
But a companion was all I needed,
To hear my feelings ,
feelings which couldn’t reach the grown-ups —
Filled with various expirence ,yet with no learning .
Her tender words of love ,
Saved me from a place in my heart-
Tangled with grief ,
Which had seemed so impenetrable ,till then …