Shruti..a crushed little life and dream...

Dear little Shruti,
I saw your little face on the TV screen and though I don't know you at all in person, it hurts to think that a kid had to suffer for the negligence of an adult.
I can't get over the agony and miserable pain that you underwent in the last moments of your life.
I can't imagine the trauma of your mother who was waiting for you at the next bus stop, probably after preparing a good snack for her little daughter.
I can't even understand your father's pitiful situation in dealing with the loss of his little baby and also handling the family and case.
I waited so eagerly for the morning newspaper (The Hindu) to see what happened to the culprits, but I threw the newspaper which didn't publish even a word about you.
You were a soul who came for a while and became a victim for no fault of yours.
I love you baby, whoever you are and I feel so sorry and sad that an institution's negligence caused your end.
There is nothing much left in this world for a baby to enjoy. Nowhere is safe for a child to grow. 
When little kids slip into death's trap through a hole in the bus, adults quickly find a loophole to escape.
You studied in a school with 12000 students. One death makes no difference!!
But you come from a home with only one little girl. One death makes all the difference!!
Little one, you were in a place where good exam results were claimed for kids who come from illiterate families. But what a pitiful result it showed in case of a poor child's death!
I would've been proud of that school if they had only a few students; yet cared for them. But not for rearing 12000 for their glorious result.
Who am I to speak out? No one. Where money speaks loud, a commoner like me is silenced.
Shruti, among all, in all these years, surely you got hurt the most.
I will never know the pain you endured when your bones were crushed and your flesh jammed.
I will never know the pain of a parent who lost a baby.
And moreover I will never understand the school owner's inhuman instinct of passing the blame and washing his hands, when the whole world mourns your death.
You left a lesson for all of us to learn. Above all that a person can ever achieve, the priority to be a human and facing life as a human should be fixed.
Good bye little one, to the land of angels. When you are there, watch over the little ones like you, those who go to school waving bye to their parents, those who trip into the clutches of any danger and may lose their life.
May God give you a beautiful powerful mission in Heaven and may you continue your dance with sweet little angels!
Love.....from me...