Realization of a man
While dying,
On an execution table;
Looking at eyes
Of a mom of the victim,
Whom he raped and killed;
I know crime is
Beyond the sin,
I did to your child;
Yes I remember she cried
In pain and anguish;
Yes the pain of humiliation,
The hurt of murdering dignity,
She endured;
I feel it now in the death table,
I don't I say,
I repent for why I did?
As was already done,
Which I should not have;
I bear the death penalty,
It's justice, don't repent;
Only a few moments left,
Before the time to tick;
I beg your pardon for your loss,
I am no worth to live this life;
Forgive me mam if you can;
I know,
No peace even after the death;
Please forgive me,
Don't want to see you,
Feel still sad,
After my death;
© Sadashivan Nair
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Dear poet, A wonderful poem indeed. this poem recalls me the memories of a rapist Dhananjai chatterji. in the initial time, The technician for the death excecution MR Natta Mullik angry against Dhananjai chatterji. after some hours nearing to the death execution hours he have sympathy about him. these all are happened in north india few years ago. my wishes for your poem