tired, clasping non-descriptive
toy to her cheek, she slept
at last, when clock struck nine,
her world fallen apart. the epistle
had hit home taking all shine
from her. future was uncertain-
with most part being ambiguous
childhood no longer sustained.
in span of few hours, all was lost
her parents killed, her house blown
lifetime gone in mindless blast.
he watched her sleep, smoothing
her frowned brow, he smiled tenderly,
his hardened heart finally melting-
‘clutched his new daughter to heart’