Little did I know of what would follow br when I shook hands with a kid br a wobbly head, trembling hands br br Little did I think of how the parents br lovingly tended to this gentle being br her sweet pleas, her sweeter slumber. br br Little did I realise that this sweet minstrel br had made her home her temporary haunt br a stopping by, on a long travel ahead. br br As her mom sobbed inconsolably br I stood by, a mute witness br the bursting sorrow couldnot be quietened. br br They said though how painful it would have been br for the little soul to live on, a girl that too... br thus maimed by the cruelty of chance. br br My lord, I ask, aren't they the more deserving to live br those that are so different br My lord, I want to know, what makes a few of the best br conceited to be the worst of physic br My lord, tell me, why this disparity br why such cruelty to the deserving? br My lord, why we do we always wait till its too late br To amend a wrong. br br Questions abound, no answers are heard br The search is on, help if you can.