An Ode of a Four Year Old.
Today, I , a toddler, in your eyes ,
A daughter in my parents',
A friend to my bestie,
And a little girl to me,
Barely am understanding what has happened to me!
I , am sitting in this room,
Surrounded by people with sympathetic eyes,
Feel a constant pain rushing down by veins!
I feel no longer to play!
And now, now it's flashes back,
Those terrible hours, in a place so close to my heart !
I see a gloom in my parents eyes,
And what can make a daughter feel worse than to think she is the reason behind it?
But believe me , I could not help it happening!
It was all so fast , I ended up in a blink of an eye!
There , right out there, my friends play,
And now I know that every thing will change!
The friends who came to ask me to play ,
Have come teary eyed to see me!
Sympathy haunts me now.
Mum says I think more these days,
So did I become an adult already?
I presume I did.
I was told that streets are unsafe and so Papa took to me school and took me back from it,
Little did he know, that it is in school where the danger lied!