Up she goes, down she comes
Giggling aloud while she’d sway
Battered by my envy, she stumbles
Maa shrieks, I lie, a guilty day
Beginning to indulge in enticing sins
Puffing all the pressure by peer
As the hour dies, I write nothing
Paa enquires, I lie, a guilty year
When love turned to pitiful fate
Serene and unjust, it did fade
Dusting out those letters of deceit
Jaan weeps, I lie, a guilty decade
Sinking solitude into history’s dire
I bought bullets and its prior
“You’re gonna be fine, Dad” She called
I nod, I lie, a guilty fire
Uttering few lifeless words
I grasp upon an unknown shoulder
“Welcome to paradise, Shorty”
I try, I can’t, I let go of my moulder
I sincerely let go of my decaying moulder.
And I lie there forever.
- Adarsh Munjal
[5th November, 2009]
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