When the pimps charmed him
to pass time till morning
in the haven near the bus-station,
he walked in hanging his head.
He was swooped down by
a glamorous galaxy of stars.
The shining moon he avoided;
the twinkling star he ignored;
he escaped from a Venus fly-trap
and never he stared at pubescent girls.
But a starlet with a despairing glance
touched his heart and courted him.
After some tearful moments of sharing words,
he brought her out of the den,
paying what they demanded
and tied the holy cord around her neck.
She gave birth to two daughters
and they were super-stars in their classes.
A cyclonic desire for comforts
pulled that sybarite to the portals of porn.
He admonished her to turn back.
But she began to brainstorm his daughters
to peep into the rituals of the venal world.
Sleep bade him bye and he bade bye to patience.
He sent his children to his mother's care.
Before the virulence of that vice
infects his grown-up golden girls,
he chopped of the head of that vamp,
put it in a bag and surrendered it to the police.
His sainted hands were not tainted by that murder.
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So sad....No one has any right to murder another.Beautiful poem and well written. Thank you Sir, for the valuable for my poems....thanks a lot.
Im not sure how I feel about this work, its all to horrifying to prospect, unless ones life is threatened, I don't see the need to take a life, oh we all have motives and the lash of anger can make us do things, and from the perspective of the man his murder was righteous in his own mind, yet the consequences are dire. He tried to save his daughters but he only damned himself. Thought provoking work.
Basic character of such category of women though subside for the time being will wake up with strong desire in favourable situations. It's a psychological fact. The anticlimax of the story could have a slightly different turn. However congratulations being POD
Tearful Moments! ! ! ! Muse of the vice infecting his golden girls. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
What wicked mysogynistic crap. You should hang your head in shame and may your self-righteous opinionated views condemn you to perditiion
He sent his children to his mother's care. Before the virulence of that vice infects his grown-up golden girls, he chopped of the head of that vamp, put it in a bag and surrendered it to the police. His sainted hands were not tainted by that murder. conclusion of the poem.. very good poem. tony
It's a psychological matter, sadistic expression, well story through a pathetic description, penned the story beautifully, congrats for being selected this poem as POD
A heart wrenching story, beautifully said. Its sadness touches at the core of the heart. Congratulations.
Beautiful poem with sad ending. Thanks and congratulations for being selected this poem as the member poem of the poem of the day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rajendran Muthiah, Is ti a real story? No one has any right to murder another human. The disparity between the poor and the rich has been widened in India and the moral values diminished due to various reasons! !