Maniac. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

The road looked forlorn,
A single guy, coming alone,
With thoughts of violence,
Of inexplicable kind,
Suffused in his mind,
For loves he felt lost to him,
And not returned to him,
He felt lonely, yet strong,
His mind throbbing
For the violence,
He cherished so much,
Yet knowing why this happened
To him alone,
He remembering
His acts of violence,
Of stabbing shooting,
rapings he made
In his lifetime,
Gloating over, how he escaped
All that laws made,
Wiping out, or never
Leaving any evidence,
He proceeded to his next victim,
How he will commit
This one more crime,
And many others in future,
Till the law caught up
with him he never took
A serious view about,
Since his greatest punishment
Was his own feelings
In his soft mind thought to be hard.

Ravikiran Arakkal