A newly blossomed 
flower, a pretty little girl - 
only four years old, 
entered in hospital for a surgery 
She had an open fracture 
in her leg and needed 
to stitch the protruding 
bone back in place 
and set right the structure. 
Operation was a minor one, 
no one sensed any risk. 
She had a life support system on 
to gather some data on disk 
as doctors' input information. 
Just half way through the process 
while the surgery was in progress, 
like bolt from the blue 
the support system stopped 
and went dead for no reason to guess. 
Believe it or not, 
nonsensical use of technology 
by someone in vicinity, 
who was using mobile of dignity 
just outside the operation theater, 
its frequency affected
the support system to a halt.
 
For no fault of her 
she had to lose her life; 
her sweet innocence 
became a victim of cell-hype 
in spite of all good efforts. 
Rule breaker, nowhere to find, 
now please know - 
your cell then worked as fire-shell, 
she had to succumb to death's blow 
instead of being in life's full spell.                
Ask me and I'll say, 'It is the four-year old girl that dictated the epistle and you wrote it'. I feel it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gruesome Grisly Ghastly Macabre… Cell put her in cell of death…please convey my deep-felt grief to the family…and my heart praying that such occurrence should come to a halt under compulsion of law and morale… … Mournfully Ms. Nivedita UK