In the stillness of night, dreams drifted away,
A peaceful embrace in the gentle display.
Then a sound, sharp and jarring, tore through the calm,
A message of urgency, a sudden alarm.
From screens lit with worry, a panic arose,
I stirred in my slumber, my heart felt the throes.
Then a call pierced the silence, a voice full of dread,
"Your son has met trouble; he’s hurt, it is said."
In a flash, we were racing, hearts heavy with fear,
Parents lost in a whirlwind, where hope disappeared.
No car to be found, just a night painted bleak,
We called out for help, but the silence was deep.
Then a rickshaw appeared, like a beacon of light,
With hope in our hearts, we clung to the night.
Through the dark streets we sped, each moment a plea,
Praying for solace, for safety, for thee.
We reached the cold hospital, fear gripping our chests,
And there you lay, broken, yet still you were blessed.
In pain, you were present, a sight we could bear,
For you came to us, son, through your courage laid bare.
Together we fought, with love as our shield,
A bond forged in crisis, our hearts gently healed.
From shadows of sorrow, we found a way home,
In the warmth of your presence, we knew we were whole.
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