At the way to my home A little hut beside And a little girl in front Dressed with torn clothes Playing with her cat.
Every day I just stop To see the sweet face And pattern of her play. I don’t know why but I can’t go without stop Without fill my eyes With the sight of her She seems like angel.
But I never talk Never ask her name. Just feel her innocence When I pass through.
Then one day She was not there All yard was dry No sign of her Nor the cat.
My eyes were searching Couldn’t realize anything But I couldn’t go to find her Don’t know why but Couldn’t feel my duty.
Then and then and then One week have been passed And I feel to search With sudden socked I came to know With sufferings for three days She died for the luck of treat.
Go into the hut with trembling heart No one was there except a woman Her breathing eyes was on me The torn little dress was in her hand.
Suddenly she talked “Could you serve me? I need medicine for my angel.” I was socked There was none in the hut.
I came out and looked around The place was empty Where she used to play Her cat was no where.
Two drops fall from my eyes Why couldn’t I feel my duty? Perhaps I could save her. Just one step I had to take But why couldn’t I do???
Till then still now I can’t forget Can’t forget my selfishness. Why sometimes we can’t do What we have to do?
At the way to my home My eyes search and search … But couldn’t find the sight If I could see her just for one Wanted to whisper… Forgive me my angel I do nothing for you I couldn’t realize… I beg your pardon Oh my little angel …. Just give me one chance to say Just one chance…