December 25, 2006

Killing himself

He was hungry,
He was cold,
He hadn’t had a meal
That wasn’t two days old.


He crept into the house
Silent like a mime,
To steal a few something
A dollar, a penny, a dime.

Unfortunate, his soul,
A wrong moment he chose.
He walked into the house,
Just as the master arose.


A brief struggle,
A short fight,
Too many people,
Smothering his flight.


The cops were called,
In the middle of the night
They came in their cars,
In all their might.


They dragged his body
They dragged his soul.
They dragged him through
Every unknown hole.


They had kept him in chains,
They had kept him locked
They had tried to break him
They had to keep him shocked.


They beat him with fists,
And sticks, all they tried
For each lash on his body
Not once, he cried.


They had caught him stealing
To feed himself.
They never knew they
Caught him, killing himself.

Dated: 25th December 2005

4 comments:

pushkala said...

Good one adi!

Suchi said...

To sell one's soul to feed one's stomach. Lots of people do the same, on a much larger scale, and not just to feed their stomachs. The trouble is, they are not caught.

Parul said...

Amazing! Love your thoughts Adi!

Bhargavi said...

//They had caught him stealing
To feed himself.
They never knew they
Caught him, killing himself.//
Excellent!
A profound thinking has gone into your posts i guess.Enjoyed reading it.