The Shadow Of Baby Still Walking Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

THE SHADOW OF BABY STILL WALKING
A beautiful little baby, playing in garden
With her mother, chasing each other.
Baby ran away out of her reach.
So lovely heavenly game it is !
When one plays with innocent baby
By the way mother watched
the longitude shadow of baby
On the wall, near the side of garden.
Shadow of baby looks funny for her.
Oh Alas! Just sudden
A bomb thrown above
exploded with volcanic fire.
The baby died so soon
before her shadow complete
It's walking.
The body of playing baby
Scattered into small pieces.
The face and body of
alive mother is bathed and stained
with fresh blood and pieces of
flesh of her own baby.
So horrible the situation is
She got fainted
with unrecoverable pains and griefs.
Should we manage for
funeral for humanity
Or for pieces of dead baby.
How do you pay cost of our life?
Here is a question for all of you.
I want to remind all of you.
The shadow of innocent baby
is still walking, is still walking
She is pleading for
Peace and brotherhood.