My baby boy...

There goes my poetry skills,
There goes my lisping,
There goes my sugary chirps,
Nikhu baby is sleeping...

He won't be able to wake up ever,
He won't once more be able to sing,
He won't be able to charm back life
In this almost zombie thing...

I lost a son to medicine,
I lost one for the lack of it,
I don't get why the world goes on...
I don't like God a wee small bit.