unheard cries

I was born under the blinking lights,
crying and sleeping all the nights,
my parents had no money,
for my vaccinations or honey.

I got a meal once a day,
Just around that corner I lay
my parents struggle for a daily wage
with me, a child of such a small age!

Then one night,
I hear my heart slower it's beat,
my body being badly treat.
A child under two was dead,
because their was no bread!
                                       - Saniya Sethi
 This poem is about ''Child Mortality''. Child Mortality is when a baby/child dies under the age of 2 or 5 due to malnutrition, unhealthy food, or unhygienic situation
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