25th Hour Poem by rahul mandal

25th Hour



I forbid you
In the 25th hour of a day,
That's the time when
My conscience lay
On reality,
That's the time I know
People walk by my side
Over our head hides
The sky
Before my clouded brain,
Walking by the platform
Waiting for the train,
Which ripped my shoulder 'your headrest'
Off my body and sped,
I walk among the rest
Without someone staring at me,
From behind comes your boyfriend
chopped off my arm ‘which you keep crossed arm for me not to run off'
For some eagles to get fed,
I keep walking while losing some part
Of my body,
My throbbing heart seeks for peace,
Your solace ate your reluctant brother right off of my cheek,
I was then beaten up by your father
My blood for your mother to reek,
I was then forced down to sit
Beneath the tree,
From which your heavy bosom fell
Come to think of it
25th hour is never to dwell.

Monday, June 16, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: free verse
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