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Crime and Punishment Sitting up late, pen paper in hand
Zombie awake, I am.
Failing to understand; Menace Machiavellian
that separate mother from son
forcing him to shoot the very one who gave him birth
He played cricket but never smiled
the teenaged boy had no choice. Teamwork as per group advice
He was robbed forever of his treasure -- Happiness.
The lonely child amidst friends
at the periphery of the village, the mother buried.
Often he would with his siblings visit the grave.
"What can I do after all she is my mother; I miss her"
Apologetic of this longing for his mom, he had replied.
No tears in his eyes but an intense bloated; void face.
That bring in vision unclaimed corpse floating on Arabian Sea waves;
Forced by the winds; Brainwashed to kill, as if this missing
for his mother was a sin, He was made to think.
Deep shock swell ocean in my eyes. As the day walks in, alone
on settee, I, a mom, am heart broken. In bed, my tired husband
He too had wept, now trying to grab his last bit of sleep, snoring.
Amazing write...
This got to me (I'm a mother, as well)
And I could never imagine the horror I would feel looking at death by the hands of my own son...
It's hard to believe people do such things. I couldn't do it. You'd have to kill me first.
I am also a zombie. Late at night writing, as if I could change the world. Your lines are stong - well realized.
Sadly, this is our reality, man's lack of compassion, his lack of understanding and most, his lack of love.
"Failing to understand; Menace Machiavellian
That separate mother from son"
This is a beautiful line..for who can truly understand another's mind or the reason or lack of reason which causes the horrors which exist in our societies.
"an intense bloated; void face"
Gorgeously contradicting image. Bloated as in full, engorged. Void..empty. Full of emptiness.
"Deep shock swell ocean in my eyes."
Beautiful, beautiful. An elegant and true tribute to this terrible event.