Last Rites of an Unholy Man (PT I)
Today dies a young manA man of war, not peace
Loved his wife, to the fullest
Hated "God", unlike the rest
Cruel, fearful, strong, proud
"FUCK YOUR GOD" he cried out loud
Some were scared, others just annoyed
Didn't have many friends, never he tried
Sick of society, the daily rituals
Sick of the God-praising crowd
He learnt the art of pretense
And these thoughts, from his family, he shroud
Outlook on life, unusually obvious
Hardwork leads to success
NOT, praising the "Lord"
Despised the wars on religion,
Loathed the men who bust
Made him an angry man
Wants fair, ways unjust
"A big hoax is all, that it is
A way for strong to use the weak"
So, made himself as strong as possible
To make the strong ones' strength look fake
One fine day, a day like any other
On his way office, concealing his hate
Saw a girl being abducted
This he could not take
Tried so hard, to stop this act
Fought the 4 men hard, Fought the 4 men brave
Misjudged his actions, a victim of math
He saw only 4, the fifth hiding in the back
Struck him on his head, with an iron rod
His head burst out, blood everywhere
The pain he couldn't bear, crowd not willing to help
Except for the girl he saved, the men had long, now, left
Reached the hospital, 5 minutes late
Knew, he will live no more, Death awaits
Was happy to leave this world
Sad none will know how he wanted his ... last rites..
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2011-11-16 at 09:50
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