The faded wall spoke stories,
Of Math, cartoon scribblings,
And a computer picture,
Must have been a small kid!
Painful time in the cancer ward,
Hurt me as how the tiny one,
Suffered in the grip of the disease,
As even adults would grow weak.
Didn’t have the guts to enquire,
About her and her existence,
But the stories on the wall flash,
On my inner mind and haunt me!