I wrote this poem when I was in 11th standard.....At that time, I always wrote tragedies...It reflected the mood of my mind, I suppose
It was dark,
My mom was still not back,
Waiting for her in the hut,
Sleepy ant bit me half-way.
The creak of the door,
The gasping of breathe,
woke me, as she walked
she kept her head low as convict
walked to the backyard, without a word.
In that dark, I heard a cry,
it blended agony and anguish.
Wishing I was her dead husband,
I walked up to her to find the wrong.
She kept on mumbling, murmuring
Her head on her hands, bowed down
I tried to clear the lump in my throat,
Then I saw the tattered clothes,
Kissed throughout by mud
The wavy hair tangled as if a Rope
Let it not happen , Oh earth!
It couldn't have happened!
Was the tales of the servants
and their landlords repeated by her???
The rain called me from the trance,
I sat behind her icy fingers,
In the midst of falling humidity
Offering my silence for her tears.
As the sweat drained in,
vengeance gripped me.
blood thristly ran through my veins
raved for the one who raped mom.
Rain danced away,lashed & splashed
In the Silence, she felt my presence
Bearing a silent smile, she walked me to my bed
the sunken eyes stood near me, for me to sleep
Waking up, I rushed to my mom,
Before I found her, her body found me
Bewildered me, at the Body hanging down,
Waiting for the truth to sink down.....
The funeral did came, but this time, for my mom
Most of Them were strangers, or atleast to me,
All busy! crying , chanting, but "Where were you
when that body was Alive"
I sat around the corner, hardly noticed
left alone to my own thoughts,
Sometimes, a few came, patted on my face
along with fake tears. But-
I didn't have time for tears, fake or real.
Rumours were preoccupied
about my mother and her death,
of the tales I heard, I grasped,
The ravenous devil, the Landlord's Son!!
My heart stop! My mind stop!
My blood stop!Whisper's rumbled on, Shhh!
"I will take the gold" "Nothing valuable here, Waste!"
"Who will take the boy" "No,Not me" "I'm poor"
Until...."I won't take a whore's son"
My blood screamed through my veins,
I wished I was dead with my mom,
My butchered heart cried aloud "Enough"
It didn't stop and never would it......
Darkness hustled away at her fire,
and returned to hover around her ashes,
The meals was served, the guests departed
I was alone again but not like a lonely boy
Like a mad dog I ran through the forest,
My mind kept screaming "Revenge Revenge"
"Oh world you hear! here I come for you"
"Your time is ending, I am the judge& the executor" Oh hear!
I was near to his house,
the house that raped my mom,
The fences couldn't stop me,neither did the rooms
I crawled in, and found him, sleeping tight..
"You ravenous wolf! sleeping on the silk bed
where my mom was strangled? OH! there you would be killed
Tales of your murder would swing, length to breadth
You, the father's hope, would be a dream."
When my mind woke up,
I found myself racing through the woods,
"There's no time, Run fast" so my mind said,
I ran before anyone knew.....
I heard the leaves hustling behind me,
Shocked, "I was being followed,"
A hand caught my shirt through the darkness,
I turned and stabbed him, reflexively..
A little boy fell down from the darkness
Into my hands..Dying his last breathe
TWO, TWO, I killed today
RUN ,RUN , my frozen body!
I have to run fast as I could,
Before the dagger stabs another
But hardly did I realize that -
"I would continue running into
the woods all my life"
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