Moh Ishu

Those Mass Killers - Poem by Moh Ishu

Down my cheek, rolls her sweat,
She was really hard to get;
My mind's on only one thing set,
That first day—the day we met.

She was a 'mother' in disguise,
Who, my family did despise,
Because of her life affixed to drugs
With no escape from its tugs.

She taught me squash, tennis and checkers,
Not to forget Snakes and Ladders—
It changed her life, that drastic day,
It has a price we cannot pay.

She's been on drugs as I have told,
At that party ‘twas being sold;
She couldn't resist, she took a sip—
It took away the smile from her lips…

The life of my friend—it's gone now,
How would she know it's fatal?
But, all I can do is at her grave sow
A peach tree for my poor mortal.

Couldn't stand to see her being put to rest,
Those rosy hands now cold, that cheerful face now pale—
It made me think, her fateful death;
It put me to a test.

Four years since her leave,
A foundation to save drug addicts—
Just a little support, a helping hand
To help continue their footprints in the sand…


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 19, 2012

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