The Tiny White Mouse

I found a tiny white mouse on streets

Scared and trembling hard with the cold

I Lent him my little finger to hold.

"You don't have to be scared, little friend

Your plight is now about to end"

"He threw you out cuz you are destined to die?

That heartless bastard! Fie! Fie!"

"Come in with me, I'll feed you with love

Love heals everything. Haven't you heard ?"

"Don't you be scared my dear

I'm here for you. Don't you fear"

"I'll hold your hand, you hold mine tight.

There's so much left to see. Keep up the fight."

"Fight with me. Fight till the end.

I'll do everything in my power, to make the mends

for doings of the devil, who threw you out."

"For you to trust once again,

in the humanity after all your pain."

"Is there anything I could do for you dear?

Why are you breathing like that ? It's making me scared.

I promise you'll never be cold now in your life.

I promise you a warm death in a comfy bed,

if not a warm and happy life"

I checked on him again and again that night

And thanked God for letting him fight .

"A little more, just a few more breaths

Till morning when sun will shine again

And rekindle the dying fire in his eyes,

thus bringing triumph to a lost game.

In the morning I woke, rushed towards his bed

And there he was, outstretched flat

His body stiffened cold like cement.

So much for fighting through all that torment

Alas! Cold he came and cold he went.