Poetry

Dead morals

He was a mimosa
Pampered lot by his neighbouring aunt
Boy innocent of years fourteen
Crazy he was by his teens
Helped her out in her chores
as she was sailing alone in the river of her life
Mother of two kids she was but a lonely wife
Spent the boy his time of fun
watching TV in her home but not alone
She was beside him watching a scene of prone
Boy was blinkless at that scene
Lost his speech in his throat
Was numb at the touch of aunt’s breast
Lost in his innocense he surrendered himself to her
Lustful lady molested the boy freezed
Rotten her mind ruined the boy’s childhood
Who forgot to smile innocently ever after
Thumping his heart knew peace never
He grew with guilt and fear of love ever after
Adulterated her mind moulded him pessimist
None could he trust
Not even his heart
Felt he must kill himself
Than facing the Tsunami in his heart
Pathetic his fate closed gates of mirth
He treated himself of no worth
For he failed to bring himself back to him!
@ Rajani Mula