12 years

this poem describes the repentance of a father who sent his son away in hope for a good life. but the remorse is not for sending him away, its for getting a living dead body back.

I sent my son to a living hell

He smiled and waved a goodbye

His mother admonished my decision

But my sister’s plight triumphed

She wanted a son to nourish

All she had were three daughters

His mother cried on losing a son

I too cried but I consoled myself                                  

I couldn’t provide him a luxurious world

I hoped she would do that

I could not have been more wrong

Because I got back a living corpse

He didn’t speak but was always afraid

Couldn’t sleep because he had nightmares

That he had lived again and again and again

At last he spoke what haunted him

It was not a ghost or spirit or monster,

It was the living beings whom he loved dearly.

The three sisters destroyed his life

Made him clean the house

Made him eat stale food

Slapped him for no apparent reasons and

Tortured him for their own pleasure.

He was 7 years old and could not fathom their hatred

His fear grew and grew until it settled

They tortured my son in every way

And he couldn’t even say

They stood beside the phone whenever we called

His fear took the toll and he never said anything on the call

My child was tortured by his own

Whom he cherished and loved dearly

They were the ones who beat him and kept him hungry.

I stand in chains in the court of her eyes

The eyes of a mother accuse me every second

A decade has passed but I still cry

Tears find their way through my eye

What I send was a healthy boy

What I received were the broken pieces of his soul

The pieces that I couldn’t assemble then

And not even today after 12 years….

Author's Note

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