The cradle lied unattended,as the uncle stood watching the child cry,
Cry until his throat almost broke.
With a grin..
The closed eyes of the child held tear lines,
Yet eyes did not open,as if he did not wish to see anyone..
The youngest born of the palace,lied asleep on a broken cradle,
Abandoned in a broken courtyard..
Claimed as the devil's child,due to his blue skin..
The cradle lied unmoved,just as the hearts of the residence..
