The little face wreathed in smiles of innocence

Eyes twinkling with stars of mischief bareless restrained

By the stern parental warning gaze of admonition

Cheeks are like bloomng roses in candy floss shades

Dreams of fairies soaring on butterfly wings

Of entering the wonderland traversed by Alice

Planning to find the leprachaun’s elusive pot of gold to buy chocolates

And thinking of wishes to ask of the genie when the Magic lamp was found

Telling tall tales with deceptive innocence and earnest air

Playing make believe games with barbies and kens

Architects of sand castles, tiny gritty hands

She still sojourn in the world of fluorescent daydreams

But life still in the vicinity of the cradle left of recent

With suppossedly years of life spread as velvet carpet afore

Her limbs still meandering in the magical world of childhood

Still sipping soda and weeping for chocolates and begging icecreams

Still dreading school with its piles of homework

THe merry-go- round of life has suddenly slowed down midway

As if the swing has stopped in the air in abeyance

Tentacles of merciless death like the fangs of a venus fly trap

Appear out of no where shattering the mirrage of life

As she slowly striuggles through crawling days of pain

With tears rolling down in silence, sobs long stiffled

As she prays for end of life

Of excruciating pain, before her weeping grandma

With wizened old face and a longer life ahead….