She Was Silent

[shreyasankar57]

On a Sunday
A very beautiful morning
I took my daughter on a mountain trek
She was just four

She little fingers clinged on to mine
Sulking - how much more, mommy?
I replied, a little more, child
Just a little more

After an hour, I was still fine
But she became pale, but hadn’t complained
I did not let her rest either
Think of the beautiful view, just a little more

I asked her to imagine,
To anticipate, to hope
Like I always did
Especially when she lost all her hair

The once noisy child, had turned silent
Gradually sucking the life out of the house
How could she do this to her family? I thought
And what is she going through actually, I wondered

But that Sunday
I was resolved to find answers
An answer to all my maddening questions
I made sure to know all the answers from her

As we reached the top
I looked at my daughter
My smiling, blue, beautiful daughter
And asked her
How do you feel, sweetheart?

Once I asked her, without her replying
I found answers
Flashes of her nose bleed hit me like the wind
Realising that she deserves better

Then when I faced her back,
As she lifted her arms up to embrace the wind
As she tried to laugh her pain off
I thrusted my palm against her, and said ‘I love you, very much’