The Unlucky One

I saw her once on the station platform
She would be 6 or 7
Her big black eyes made me wonder...
How could someone disown her?
She advanced towards me on seeing me, near her
She stretched her tiny hand
In a state of complete misery
As compared to her tattered rags
The big-black prying eyes told a different story


They were full of hope and life
And I felt a positive vibe from her
I wanted to know her and why was she in that state?
I asked her why does she beg?
To which she had no answer
I asked her would she like to read
To which she said, "I need to ask my Didi..."

What a marvelous world we live in
It celebrates the girl child with a lot of fervor and enthusiasm
A world so developed
We call ourselves a rapidly developing nation
But then still why do we have
Such unlucky ones at every nook and corner of our Amazing World???