Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Fateful Sunset !

 I have versified here a real unfortunate incident, occurred a year ago. Actually it was key-boarded a few weeks before, but now only it saw its space in the blog.

 In a contented family the husband’s action-can’t say thoughtless or careless- led the members to utter glumness. The loss they endured is no doubt irrevocable. And  here it goes and now  please read…….

She chose not to load further
Mother Earth with her body-mass.
It had its size diminished a lot,
The wallet theirs,when became vacant.
In quantity lacked the food intake and
She opted then for a reside above,
Steering clear of her stay here petite,
And the family's delight set in dark sea..

Stood she, the bashful female
With her best-half, loving him dearly,
 As a walking stick supportive,
Or the spine keeping him straight
In days seemed rigidly hard
For survival and sustenance,
As they faced all disquiet on
The suspension of  husband'sjob.

 For them too had every day,its day,
With bright lush green glee shining.
The well-knit flock of folks stayed
Sharing and bearing experiences
Both smoothing and smothering.
But couldn't they protect; the pillar,
The chief of the family from being
Slashed away his arm, by cruel funnetics.
His family had flourished well with
Handsome earning, sizable enough
To cherish their craves sensible
For a living luxuriant,yet nothing extra;
His offspring two and they both
Basked lavishly their love and warmth
 Till the day of  that assault, when
 Everything theirs totally went perished.

How can a gentle man be chastised 
Without shedding at all any light on
 The matter he has to bring to light?
He was a frank professor; a question
He  framed for an examination paper
Not off beam, or erroneous, in the context,
But without understanding it well
Caimed his hand, his right arm.

The college managers callous alas!
Pitied him not and sent him away from service.
Unable to bear the pain of revenue's dearth,
Absence of repealing of husband's reprimand,
And concave cheeks of her offspring
Led his soul-pal to seek a suicidal step.
Took its slow pace the licit procedures
In proving the truth of innocent professor.

Bade she,her last adieu to her near and dear
Creating a void irreparable for rever
Drowning her soul-mate and next gen
In the ocean of downpour from their eyes.
Can these fanatics expect pardon
Ever in the sacred court of God?
No, never, no deed escapes unpaid
And also follows His verdict, his successors.   


  1. My impatience with poetry is annoying me often.
    However these verses here served as a requiem , if may hold it so to the deceased wife of Prof Joseph and a stark reminder of the topsy-turvy his life was made by an insensitive society , officialdom and the fanatical breed of Muslims.
    In India the national past time or the national sport is "being Offended".
    A bit of trimming and brushing with the lines may also be good .

    1. Thank you,Anil. Actually I felt very sad at the fate of that poor one and so it reflected in words in the'word' immediately after the incident.I postponed posting it here with a view to polishing a little bit. I posted it here without doing anything because that part(polishing) had escaped from my mind somehow.

  2. I love the way you weave emotions around words and create magic <3

  3. Life can be cruel.liked your closing lines Sarala, no deeds are unpaid indeed.

  4. No, never; no deed escapes unpaid
    nice have to read once again