Milk bottle in one hand hanging like a magic wand
And clutching a frail baby carefully with other hand,
She briskly walked through the thorny bushes crossing all hurdles
Treading muddy path with intermittent swamps and puddles
From the tiny hamlet to the health center
Supervised by a lonely quack who knew nothing but banter
She hastily thrust the baby into his arms
And looked at his face sensing alarms
Even before she could try to explain anymore
She could understand that her baby was no more
While she looked at the whitish milk bottle
The voice of the quack came at full throttle
With unemotional eyes and a heavy tone
Glancing at the bottle said,’Malnutrition’ ….!