Saturday, May 21, 2011

91.Old man’s nightmare

My son, I saw a dream last night,

Terrible, unbelievable,numbing…

 

A heartless monster kept coming

With new forms of abuse,

New instruments of torture,

New methods of humiliation.

 

First, he hit me with abandon,

Then, he snatched my belongings,

Next, he threw me out of house

And finally, returned to stab me.

 

With fear gripping me hard

And venom covering his face,

He was not easy to recognise,

But will you believe this, my son,

He looked very much like you.

3 comments:

kavita said...

Sad !

R. Ramesh said...

hahaa ya sad like kavi says...that last line my god

Esha - People for the Blind said...

beautiful!!