innocent eyes look at me
narrating the story of her life
no drop of tear in eyes
of the face etched with pain.
chances are, perhaps,
every ache is now beyond the limit
no more causing physical ache
trials of life too rude to her.
each day she looks at me
yet speaks not a single word
eventually I smile at her and -
she comes running into my arms.
*Poem on adoption
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