Crime And Punishment Poem by Sivaprasad Parackal

Crime and Punishment

Thou art the cradle of life
The elixir for survival
Bloomed innumerable souls on thy lap
Spreading fragrance since the Origin

Tend and nourish thee with soft hands
Each of thy countless children
And pinch their ears for disobedience
As does the village school master

For the umpteenth time they broke thy peace
Replied thee with the fatal blow
That paralysed the whole world
Thou art to set the house in order

Callous thee art not
To keep them in hell fire for long
Redemption is in the offing
As spring always succeeds the winter