Unaware, you play around
Hide and seek
I watch you with admiration
Yet i fear, you tread dangerous ground
Your cackles of laughter,your innocent ways
Radiant smiles and those naughty eyes
They dont reflect that
Despondency, which in my mind plays
Three springs of life
Only, you are so vibrant
What you harbour
Cuts through my heart like a knife
What I percieve I dare not say
What wisdom has HE I fail to comprehend
The malignant disease will take its toll
O little Hassan if only there was a way
Shehzad Latif
This poem pierces to the heart! I didn't know what to expect coming across the title in the random poems that get spewed out on the main page . . . but I certainly didn't expect this kind of compassion. There's a despair, too . . . I guess the last lines really drive it home.