Little born

I rememebred my little born It has left me shocked and torn He is no more in this lovely world He breathed for a while and left us in cold I remembered how my parent had felt When someone had died in the family left It was leaving behind great shock and despair A vaccume never to be filed or a loss repaired Today I am head of the family and responsible person I will never go sad without any reason Small problems will not bother me at all I shall deal it as and when they make call If someone takes birth in family, it is different joy We have lot more to celebrate and enjoy We may plan who new born is to be treated But more important is how far we are happy and elated It is not in our hand to avoid the natural mishaps It may be some kind of accident or early death It causes concern and deep grief Even though we may try to over come to get relief What drives me desperately to go little wild? Why almighty is not little kind? Why new born must be taken away immediately upon birth? Why is it so essential to pronounce him with death? There may be ideal place for soul to rest It is somewhat considered as best No one comes there to disturb It is nice, essential and superb It makes me to think about futility It is one kind of deterrence but to reach divinity That is nice gift almighty has arranged We are all to be aware of it and reconciled My grief is over the loss of child But desperation driving me wild It becomes unbearable when new born is not even taking a breath The baby is snatched away cruelly by the death