She Lovingly called her Son
To fetch the Milk,
He instantly revert back
And
shouted in the rage of anger,
Are you made of Silk.
Do as your own
Don't involve
Me as a clown.
Mom didn't expect
This much,
And
Being shocked as such.
Sat on a chair
To think the way
He behaved like a snarl.
And
How she nurtured his care.
Mouth was shut,
As a
Door of the poor's hut
Voice Blocked
Breathe Cocked
Physique Rocked
All the memories Good or Bad
Suddenly met together
And flocked.
She thought it a dream
Pinned her body to scream
Wanted to ask her son
The reason behind this
Awesome fun.
As soon as
She turned back to talk
She received a fatal stroke
Mom was being murdered
Love with All the relations
Being surrendered.
Mercilessly
He pulled her heart
Using sharp knife and maddened art.
He ran out of the House
Heart in one hand,
The knife in another,
To avoid the Crowd.
He was running
The heart was smiling
The son was fearing
The mom was reveling.
Accidentally,
He stumbled with a Stone
To see himself on the Ground.
The Heart fell apart
Who
Immediately cried for her son
Who must not be hurt and depart.
And asked
Oh! My son
Did you Get hurt?
Be careful,
Put me in your shirt.
He realized His Mom's Love
But what could he do now and above
He prayed her Mom to forgive
His heinous Art
And said
“ I pulled your heart
to please my love and her
Fatalist Cult”.
Allow me to free my soul
Do not want to live any More.
Suddenly he heard a hollow sound
This was her mother in the heaven around
Told him to live to love
Only Love is not all above.
