Grave
As I sat near the battered grave of my childhood!
My soul wept in agony, and I almost choked with the sulk…
The little wishes that were tainted into ashes,
I mourned for the death of that sweet innocent child, I once was!
That was the day my soul died, and has not moved a day since then,
That was the day I had died anyway!
There was so much to grieve for my sustained life,
I wept relentlessly and mourned at my death, yet I very much alive!
The night when I was cudgeled so hard; I couldn’t stride,
I could not breathe in any air even with my mouth open wide.
“How heartless one could be, to beat a little child on resenting the stranger?
‘The same stranger who would drop mother; every night at the door’
She managed to shriek out in the misery of her fate,
But no one was there to listen to her, like always.
I hated him for the way he was, for the way he used to behave with her,
‘It was him who made mother abandon me in the midst of the night’
I saw her crying and surrendering to the cruel intentions of that man,
She allowed him to take control of every moment she had.
Until he agonized her faith and did that sickening deed,
The moment when he betrayed the trust of a woman; the woman who did anything for him
Was the very moment when I learnt a new lesson of grief?
She succumbed to the pain that was strange to me,
It gave her no purpose to cling on to the worthless life, as she lived it no more
And left me behind with the irreparable hurt, which I still abhor!
He dejected me like he did to her, said I’m a psycho like my mother; said I’m weird
I get all mad and angry on his harsh words; the old me just disappeared.
I learnt it the hard way; was stubborn enough to mess up every damn thing
Eventually I did realize that she was a strong woman indeed,
Who breathed her last breath in the place full of loathes and grime.
Now when I look back to gauge the mishap you caused to her life,
I feel disgusting, I wish to run and hide!
Even today I try to runaway, hoping I could race the past, but my destination is still the same,
Every time I reach at the same old deceitful end!
Where my memory lies, buried under the soil of soreness,
Where my soul wept in agony, and I almost choked with the sulk …
As I sat near the battered grave of her wishes, and my childhood!
