Wednesday, October 1


Joe's Dad was an alcoholic,
he hated Joe the most.
And his step mom,
Never gave him, a "love-toast".

Dad’s thrashing and mom’s rebuke,
made Joe suffer with pain,
But the day he cried,
it always rained!!!

Joe was aggressive,
He took to drug.
marijauna, cocaine smoking all around,
he lost the meaning of HUG.

One dark night, Joe got a gun,
and his hands were wet.
he lifted the metal,
and the trigger was set.

the barrel powered, bang,
a sudden sound of thud,
and Dad laid around,
in a pool of blood.

The whore cried,
And hit the floor,
Joe dropped the barrel,
it slammed the floor.

The cops were called,
He never gave an escape stive.
the only thing he testified,
"I never wanted My dad alive".

On D-day,
before the rope was pulled,
Joe was without pain.
Finally a last drop tripped off his eyes,
and there was no rain.

1 comment:

  1. And, he woke up with a start.
    Joe, was wet with sweat
    his bread spread was askew
    panting hard gasping for breath
    He,glanced at the clock chiming one.
    felt the details of his nightmare so gory
    slipping fast from his memory
    like trying to hold water in his palm
    squeezed his eyes, in an effort to calm
    Gun, blood and rain
    frantically, trying to string events but in vain.
    with shivering legs, Joe walked to the bedside table.
    a slow crying echoed nearby so feeble
    curiosity beckoning, he followed the source of noise
    opening the ajar door, the light from the hallway flooded the room
    All Joe saw was, Gun, blood and rain, again
    and Joe lay in a pool of blood.
    And the woman cried holding the gun
    "Never like you i want a son"


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