13…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The number was 13 and she knocked twice
‘Come in’ she heard – a very gruff voice
She pushed the door and her heartbeat rose
As cigarette smoke choked her ring pierced nose
The curtains were down, the light was dim
The silhouette was still and that was him
‘Sit down’ he growled and pointed the bed
Quietly she sat and nodded her head
In every filthy finger- a stone studded ring
And heavy gold chains he wore like a king.

He dropped some ice in his glass of rum
And grinned at her- the bag of scum
Her looks had changed- he won’t recognize her
He was the very reason why she was there
A childhood snatched and a path of woe
Darkness thrust -Thirteen years ago.
Her parents and her village –stuck in poverty
Jobs he had promised and a life in the city
She journeyed with the wolf and 12 other sheep
Only to be slaughtered and the meat sold cheap

Her whole weary life flashed ‘fore her eyes
Her ears filled with the entrapped sheep’s cries
Her anger she had saved all these years
For the payback she’s come for all her tears
For every little sheep that he ate and sold
For every 13 year old with a tale untold
The Wolf is now drunk – a willing prey
The sheep had only waited for this very day
When it was over, the wolf lay dead
12 shots in the groin and one in the head

Genocide

Hounds that howl and devour the dead
Prowled around for flesh and blood
Hell broke loose –Oh! Wails of pain;
Bullets, bombs and chemical rain

Callous demons in cannibal fest,
Raped the doves and burned their nest;
Stripped the feathers and slit their neck;
Kicked the belly and shot their head.

The proud nation fell to dust;
The world watched them moan and rust.
The demons danced in triumphant fest
And thanked Buddha for their conquest.

The Summer Night

 

 

 

 

 

 
I walk in circles on my open terrace,
Over the warm terracotta -bare foot.
The night is tepid- winds of furnace;
Summer night – Even the birds are mute.
No sign of rain –the air is dry;
I look up – a cloudless sky.
With no where to hide-the moon is high;
The only riot – the bats that fly.
The mosquitoes menacingly encircle me
Even as the crickets and lizards chant
The town is dark as far as I could see
Powerless, Sleepless- the endless rant…