The red scarf...

It was a long, hard day, I mumbled to myself..

Car keys on the table and removed my shoes..

It was about midnight, so I ordered food...

I changed and waited, while I kept my cool..

Finally the tired, sleepy me got my food..

But the ringtone of my mobile

broke the silence with all its might..

before I could even take my first bite....

I wanted to ignore, I wanted to eat and sleep..

I was too tired to even talk..

But I'm a doctor; I guess I'll have to take this call..

Food can wait, I took the call..

"Here's a dying little boy of four..

and he won't make the night for sure"

So the food waited, as I dashed out..

With my coat and shoes on a cold, cold night..

As I drove faster, I wished I could save the boy,

It was pretty late and there wasn't a soul in sight..

But I was wronged, as my car breaks screeched..

when I saw him on the road with a knife..

He came over and asked for the keys..

It was dark and I saw his back..

He had a red scarf around his neck..

I tried to explain, but he even had a gun..

And that was no fun !!

I quietly got out as he speeded away..

I looked for a taxi, but I found none..

So I walked to the little boy as my heart urged..

and inside of me, my fears surged..

In this cold night, to keep up my fight..

I left my food, and bore this pain..

But when I reached, all was in vain..

The little boy had met his fate..

Because maybe I was a little too late !!

The boy's father kicked and cursed..

He cried and shouted and made a fuss...

And I knew what I saw before he turned his back..

That he had a red scarf around his neck !!!