Rajaram Ramachandran

(13-7-31 (see reverse) / Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India)

A bud crushed under the foot


The day’s newspaper shook my heart.
I can only shed a tear on my part.
A heartless father shot his daughter.
It was like an animal slaughter.

Her love for a boy was the cause.
She married him as her choice,
Not with her parents’ consent
That led to their utter dissent.

Her father, to teach a lesson,
He invited the boy in person,
For a talk in a public place,
Just to break their alliance.

Her mother became serious,
Her father became furious,
When the talk failed at last,
As the kids stood steadfast.

Father had in his pocket hidden,
A pistol normally forbidden,
Two or three rounds he shot,
And gave the boy a chase hot.

The boy escaped with a wound,
But the girl fell dead on the ground,
Her life sucked up by bullets three,
From the pistol that flew free.

Oh God, when this gun culture,
From this earth will disappear?
Why a father kills his daughter,
O’er such a simple love matter?

What for he bred her for years?
Had their eyes dried of tears?
Many lost lovers history has seen,
Now one more added, fresh and green.

(A news from 'Times of India' of 8-10-2005)

Submitted: Saturday, October 08, 2005
Edited: Wednesday, December 24, 2008

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  • Ravi A (10/13/2009 9:56:00 AM)

    The problem with us is that the parental love is not unconditional. Every parent has the right to plan the life of his children but has no right to take away their life just for one's whims and fancies. I have often thought about another problem that our children face in the hands of their parents. When parents commit suicide they also force their children into the grave-yard. If these children knew what was happening to them, would they surrender themselves to the whims and fancies of their parents in a willing manner? Are our children simply toys in the hands of their parents? Out of the parents' pleasure, children are born and out of their rage, they get exterminated. This is indeed a cornering situation for our children. Something must be done. I appreciate your concern. (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (8/13/2009 5:30:00 AM)

    The day’s newspaper shook my heart.
    I can only shed a tear on my part.
    A heartless father shot his daughter.
    It was like an animal slaughter.
    it is heartless message from father.what did he get out of it? ? ? ? ? father should be towering strength for children....10

    read mine papa do u know and papa you tooi (Report) Reply

  • Kesav Easwaran (7/11/2008 11:59:00 PM)

    conditional incomplete love leads to anger hatred ness and at times to cruelty and crime...a poem with a good message 10 (Report) Reply

  • Katherine Wiley (4/1/2008 6:09:00 AM)

    A very nice poem, senseless killings are always hard to understand. A well said sentiment. kate (Report) Reply

  • Lime and Tequila with a Splash of Pineapple (1/29/2008 2:57:00 PM)

    So many cultures place a woman's honor above life and goodness and purity. When father's kill daughters, the world is an evil place to be in. Your poem stirs the compassionate heart and educates us regarding a sad fact of life.

    Peace,


    L&T (Report) Reply

  • Pia Andersson (10/13/2007 4:45:00 AM)

    you know life and the living, you speak with wisdom and respect for life. Why are we so cruel at times? An excellent very sad poem from you
    Wishing you a lovely day
    Pia (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (5/28/2007 11:20:00 AM)

    Once again a rare soul expresses his wisdom in poetry. If more people wept over the tragedies reported in the daily news, the world might be a very different place. Fine work, Rajaram.

    Always your distant friend,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

  • Rebecca Wiles (4/30/2007 10:38:00 PM)

    A very heart wrenching story.. Sad but written very well..
    It's sad such things exist but they do! !
    Becca (Report) Reply

  • Dr.Subhendu Kar (9/22/2006 6:29:00 AM)

    congrats, Rajaramramji, i really appreciate ur naration of social maladies in poetic form. it is clearcut direction to people & society to make a reforms to need of time. wellpenned. pls carry on more. (Report) Reply

  • Emma Johnson (8/11/2006 8:21:00 AM)

    You have successfully transformed a tragic piece of news into a deeply moving ballad that exposes a serious social disease. Susie. (Report) Reply

  • Anjana Aravind (7/25/2006 12:46:00 AM)

    What a way to tell a story? ? ? A very thought provoking and beautiful poem. A 10 from me

    Anjana (Report) Reply

  • Preeti - is here! (6/26/2006 12:51:00 PM)

    Such instances are very comman in India. We still haven't grown to accept love marriages.Pitiful indeed.

    You've done a fantastic job with this poem, it's such a common topic but hardly we address it and that too in a poem.

    Preets (Report) Reply

  • Lucy Burrow (12/6/2005 8:22:00 AM)

    Rajaram, this is a lovely piece - well not the topic, but it shows the futility of wasting a life, and for what? If only mankind could appreciate fellow man, and learn to live alongside him, peacefully, what a more blessed world this would be.............but I don't see it happening, sadly!
    Well done, Regards, Lucy (Report) Reply

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