Late night stars knew real truth,
Four walls heard the cry.
Thought of dozing though knowing not,
Broken wings won’t fly.

Deadly nails scratched flesh and soul,
Heeded not to plead.
Stethoscope, lab apron stained
With blood of lively seed.

Maa Baba were thinking then,
Their darling’s taking rest.
Tired of thirty six hours task,
Complying of behest.

Knowing not, that was her last
Call to sense her tone.
Never ever they can hold,
This birdie flew alone.

Devils hands with evil thoughts
Trampled honour, life.
Head to toe fractures, cuts, wounds,
Resembling butcher’s knife.

Once took oath to serve the beings,
To fight against the death.
Why was she then pushed to quietus
With tuberoses wreath?