The Missing Fairy...

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 Hey God, do you see that lady on Earth?

She is my Mum.

And the little baby on her lap is my brother

Who was supposed to play with me.

You see the smile on my Mother's face?

I had also wanted to wake up to that, every day.

I had badly craved for her love,

For her care, God.

You see, how happy she is!!

How I had wished to be the reason for her happiness too.

I too feel like playing with those toys,

That Papa brings for my little brother.

I too feel like creeping onto Granny's lap

When she sings him lullabies to sleep.

But they never let me, God.

They never let my little dreams come true,

Nor did they let me enjoy the little gifts of life.

They never wanted me, nor did they love me

Because, I was a GIRL.....

An innocent little foetus, growing up peacefully

In her Mother's womb.

Why did you tell them, Father,

That I was a girl??

Was that my mistake??

I had trusted them,

But why did they kill me???

I still remember that day.....

The pain I had to go through.....

I had cried, God, but nobody cared.

They took me away from my Mum,

And the next thing that I remember is meeting an Angel

Who took me into Her arms in teary eyes.

And I could see my lifeless body...

Wrapped up in a black bag, lying amongst garbage.

Listen carefully, God,

Mum is calling for the fairies to play with my brother.

Why don't you tell her now,

That the missing fairy won't ever go back.....

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