When my child cries

Picking up the pieces of her hair. ..death soon is on the way...so the Doctors say

I thought God must have choozen her for she weeps in smiles....

Like the crystal stream in the garden of bliss

Saints are waiting for her coming ....the sad splendour of leaving is excepted 

She is Soulfully strong

She said to the Doctor .."not from you....for my God know when"....as she wore her gown with pain and grace

 "When the almighty is ready i will sing his song....i am sick and weak.....now a fallen hair....but i will be strong.....and wear my cancer crown...until my time has come

For My God is ever knowing

Not from you doctor

I am more than a cancer child"