Treasure Island

Dr PJ Raj Kamal

(21-01-1956 / Thiruvananthapuram, Kerala, India)

Murder


A thousand
tremblors
rock
the villages
early
during
a daybreak
News spread
as if tsunami
waves invade

Priest
murders
his fiancee
A brazen
desecration
of a divine love
Streets
and granges
remain
dumbstruck
As if
the dooms day
has struck

All condemn
the murder
Gruesome
And folks
in a daze
gaze at
each others
grievous face

Women burst
into tears
at the ballad
singers
in the weekend
market
Their pamphlets
of lay
a priceless
possession

Our maidservant
from
the peasant
home
tells my mom
in a voice low
Will wander
her soul
for a wish
unfulfilled
Adorned
will she wait
a garland in hand
in the full moon

Submitted: Saturday, December 19, 2009
Edited: Thursday, February 13, 2014

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