The Wound: A True Incident..... Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

He was a child,
Aged four or five,
But he saw rude,
Cruel life and man,
His family was a hell,
No love in there,
His papa and mama,
Never loved each other,
His papa was a drunk,
Used to beat his mama,
Every night he saw,
His father's cruelty,
His mother's scream,
The black lines,
On her back,
He saw those,
Sometimes he felt afraid,
He hid himself elsewhere,
Behind the curtain,
Or In the washroom,
On under the bed,
He closed his eyes,
But he heard the scream,
Everyday he prayed,
'Please god stop this,
Save poor mama,
I can't bear these,
Please god please'
He surprised at his papa,
What a cheer played
Into his dark fierce eyes!
What a dirty smile
In beating his mama!
How a man could be so!

Like other days,
It happened again,
That time he hid himself,
Behind the door,
He was looking everything,
Papa beat mama brutally,
He beat her a lot
as she became senseless,
Papa then seized mama's throat,
The poor lady made no protest,
He saw his papa throttled mama,
Then hang her with the ceiling fan,
And went out from room,
Shouted loudly and cried out,
There was a joy behind his tears,
He saw that,

After five years later,
The boy have described this
In front of all into court,
And he diminished the scopes,
To prove a murder as a suicide,
The judge announced the penalty,
His father was death sentenced,
This time the boy cried out at papa,
'Why, why you did that?
Why you take away my sweet mama?
Why you make me to hang you?
Why I will be an orphan, Why? '
There was a wave of silence,
Heavy warms sighs in the room,
And the dumb tears in every eyes,
Nobody could say a word,
At least for a while every one felt,
The pain of the wound the boy bear,
And may be will bear in his heart.
The wound that would never heal,
Never let him to be back in normal life.