A Sunday noon the telephone rings
Little Niru who played around,
Excited she, picks up the call.
On the other end her father announced,
”Your brother is born”.
That very moment she was already on cloud 9
She imagined tiny fingers and a baby’s sweet unconscious smile.
Her father came home, while she wore her pink frock and glass slippers.
He took little Niru and her granny along,
The 15 minutes walk was as long as forever.
As she waited impatient at the reception corridor,
She was denied an entry because she was not eight years old.
Disheartened she kept waiting until she was allowed to meet.
She pushed in the cabin’s door and found mommy in a peaceful doze.
In the cradle beside, a baby was muffled in a white cloth.
She couldn’t see the face yet, she hopped to glance him just for once.
Soon a kind nurse came in and brought him close.
Niru gaped at the beady eyes, and pinkish cheeks that resembled rose.
She saw the rainbow that noon, the very first time, perhaps the only time
Inside a hospital room.
She whispered to herself,
” My baby is born”