Hi! I Am Kamsi

 HI! I AM KAMSI!

©Arindam Deb for EVERY CHILD LIFELINE FOUNDATION ( India)

Do you have a daughter?

Do you have a son?

You as a parent

Your sibling's loveable one!

But what if he falls sick

What if she wails in pain

Will you not comfort your child

To relieve her, not in vain?

Won't you send her to school

Want a normal life for her

Won't you give the best education

Feel she is a deserver?

I too, am your child

My parents not quite like you

Yet I send my love to thee

Wishing How do you do!

Now that is pretty common

Any child of a family good

Would be polite yet courteous

And that is really it should!

For me but the world differs

I cannot go to school

Tired footsteps of Mom and Dad

Echo hospitals - but like fools!

And why do I say this?

Oh, will you understand?

I was born with Thalassemia.

And that is NEVER grand!

Thalassaemia now

You know what it is

The blood that carries Oxygen

Refuses to, by all means!

To explain a bit more lucidly

That is what I mean

Haemoglobin on your blood

Truly becomes thin!

The result that outcomes

Disastrously show

The body parts lack oxygen

Oh, what truly can you do?

And when this truly happens

The blood comes gushing out

Making me truly weak

But never strong or stout!

Now this is what is all

Know as Thalassemia

The red blood cells all pale out

In a peculiar anemia!

The red blood cell is round

That nests the oxygen true

But for me, the cell isn’t round

But in the shape of a sickle, you know!

Yes, I am Kamsi, the girl

A child whose thalassemia

My parents did all for me

But my luck is playing tricks!

For thalassemic children

Blood transfusions are done

In the marrows done for me

But the worry's just not one!

It did not prove enough

To give me some respite

The doctors have failed, thus

Their hard work spared

despite!

A private hospital now

They have referred me to

When I don't get two square meals

That is a dream for you!

But my parents love me

And do not want defeat

Trying to get some funds for me

So that I don't retreat!

I truly feel horrible

I have just turned four

But for the past few months, my folks

Have not seen the home's door!

I am truly fighting

With the love of God true -

The pain when I cannot breathe

Is horrible, you know!

Stem transplant in marrow

Is now the therapy

My parents are humble and poor too

We can't afford that; how can we?

This is my story

Of "The Girl Called Kamsi"

When I said - Papa, I should die!"

He was crying, wasn’t he?

Proper medical treatment

Is a privilege for the rich!

We who are in poverty

For us, NO HEARTS ITCH!

Yet there, is EVERY CHILD

There is truly God

There is Granny Paula Shene

By whom I am not abhorred

There is Uncle Collins

And Mica & Mili Maam

There are some poets

who write for us

To get funds for us - no shame!

They do not ask for alms

They don't beg for food

But they want a global coverage

To cure all Kamsis for Good

I have hope to live

And go to school so good

Help me and help EVERY CHILD

For us they now have stood!

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