The silent wail

Is the little boy praying, the head bowed and the knee bent. The water sloshing on his chest must be cold and icy. Why isn’t he shivering? Why isn’t he heaving?
There is no cry for help to be heard. This voice cannot be heard by the humans. This wail, is to God, with unmoving lips and a peaceful heart. The blood has lost its warmth, the skin has lost its colour.
Did he pray for his dad or did he pray for his mom or was it the two months old baby on this painless prayer? or did he grow old enough to pray for his own life ? Was he old enough to crave for his oppressors’s life?
Did his washed up body lying on the shore move you to think of your ways? Was it dead enough to redefine how you spend your pays? What are you going to do ? Are you praying too ?