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.