Aditya Pratap Nayak
I Am A Murderer... - Poem by Aditya Pratap Nayak
I am a criminal… I am a crook…
Punish me… unexcused sin I book.
A caterpillar… tried a lot for my bless
I denied her and offended her in a mess
Still she never gave up to come my home
To see her new life, that is awesome.
I failed before all her trying.
And gave her shelter. I am not lying.
She inspected all corners of my home
Roof, floor, walls also the lawn
She decided and preferred my store room
I helped her to settle there in zoom.
Days went by and she started spider around her
She was happy as she could be a butterfly in near.
I usually saw her growing up day by day.
I had controlled my emotions all possible way.
Had a desire to destroy her spiders
but... Scold my self for my devil nature, after.
Days went by and her spiders becomes stronger
Perhaps she maintained a distance further.
In a hesitation, she might be looted by me in future.
She restricted me from her caterpillar to butterfly figure.
My wicked mind always tries to disclose the spider
And see her and touch her at every possible closer
Once suddenly but unknowingly I found her under my hand
The creature destroyed. I smashed her dream land.
She was caterpillar or butterfly, I could not recognized
But because of me a butterfly died.
Attention… don’t believe me further
Don’t excuse me! I am a murderer.
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