The Abducted Childhood. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A one eyed stout man
Abducted the child
The child of a lady
The lady in the streets
The lady of little lunacy

Her cries were aloud
Her pitiable cry we heard
The child she delivered
In a corner shack she made.

No help of medical aid
Not an assistance of a mother
She delivered a beautiful child
And loved it as a dutiful mother.

Will she meet the man
who stole her only child
May be future can tell it
We slowly, sadly walked the way.
Thinking the cruelties to childhood.