The corridors were empty, 

Sending vibes so cold, 

Even in sultry April.

 

Murmurs and hushed voices, 

Lingered through the air. 

Was it some conspiracy? 

 

A first cry that broke the silence, 

Struck through the hearts outside

And soothed the ears. 

 

A voice was heard again, 

That said, the cry was from XX. 

And gloom prevailed. 

 

Minutes later, another cry was heard, 

This time it was a painful wail though

And that pierced into even a stone. 

 

The mortals who stood around 

Seemed to have no heart, 

As her cry didn’t stir them a bit. 

 

But the pain and agony, 

Managed to melt one heart, 

That bore the voice of a messenger before. 

 

The nurse who took the child away, 

Couldn’t see the mother’s pain

And she secretly united them again. 

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