Monday, August 6, 2012

The Dawn...I still await.



Motherless I was,
Had never seen my father;
Illegitimate, I was called,
A life, no one seems to bother;


Toys, Housey, Cartoon were aliens to me,
my childhood would wander for a meal;
Hatred was the only emotion,
Adulthood triggered sex, crimes, fearlessness & money;


The first murder, made me feel guilty,
Second was relatively easy;
Killed twenty three people on a row,
Blood, in my thoughts, in my dreams, on my hands,
I felt as if I was on a path to set myself free;


Guilt died, Ego was born,
Loved when people begged;
My favorite music, when people mourn,
The top criminal, an award I truly pegged;


I silently observe,
The death of my soul;
The dawn,
I still await.



7 comments:

  1. AWESOME. I am commenting on your post at this time of night says it all. Your post managed to trigger thoughts. Man, I am gonna be late for office tomorrow,but KUDOS Man. :)

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  2. WOW.
    That is some truly amazing writing. I loved those lines, all of them. WOW.

    @Tales of her and by her.
    &
    @Teenage Babblings
    xx

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  3. WOW WOW WOW. Never knew a poet can justify a criminal. Brilliant work Hemant. I am mighty impressed.

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  4. Talented approach! good words of bad doings! Hemant well expressed the pain of an individual! keep writing & smiling always!

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  5. Beautifully written. What word usage! :)

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  6. Thanks everyone...ur words make me believe that it was indeed a nice attempt and I am glad that you all liked it...

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