How ruthless and cruel
are the hands of master
which silences the giggles
of vibrant ones born just after,
Innocent little creatures
are wriggling their toes
barely opening their eyes
are oblivious to any malice
or your sudden strike,
One begins to question
why they are the chosen one
is it not gross injustice
what wrong they could have done
why they are brought in this place
only to be punished by their fate,
One begins to question
your morals of judgments
are you the same master
which cures centenarians
or may be there is some secret
unknown, as we are ignorant
may be you are the benign little master
serving some ominous darker power.
