An Adivasi home
A poem from around mid December when we lost a child to TB complications.
An Adivasi home
A child barely 8
His cry ceased, banter no more.
What closed his path?
What scoured his mirth?
We had the diagnoses,
the medicines, the BPL schemes
Yet, we lost him.
Was it parental neglect? Tuberculosis?
His unborn ilk cry.
Stop blaming, start caring.
Originally post at https://x.com/prashanthns/status/1337665605034418180 on 12 Dec 2020; Part of Poetry.
Last updated: 2026-10-04 04:20