Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
Three Murderers - Poem by Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
To death were sentenced three murderers;
The reasons were of different natures.
The first man killed his daughter, a whore;
Corrupt was she her marriage before.
Her father married her to a man
For saving the honour of his clan.
After marriage, she didn’t herself change,
Although to us it seems very strange.
Her husband sent her to her father’s,
As she was considered as a curse.
Here she did not change her character;
So the father murdered his daughter.
The second man killed a wicked man
Who had killed his father with some plan.
At that time, he was only achild;
He saw him being killed by that wild.
As he grew up, so grew his hatred;
His eyes, seeing him, in rage grew red.
One day he made up his mind to kill
That wicked man his dream to fulfill.
He killed him in the similar way
As that man killed his father one day.
The third man was by blood the uncle
Of the only child whom he did kill.
When his brother was on the death bed,
He called him beside and to him said,
“After me deem my child as your son.”
His brother told him it would be done.
The father of the child willed and died;
He did not know then his brother lied.
It was terrible the uncle killed
The child ignoring what he was willed,
Only to usurp his property
Immorally and illegally.
To be hanged when these killers were brought,
The first two seem content with their lot.
Boldly and mutely, when hanged, they died;
But the third wept bitterly and cried.
The hangman took him to the scaffold;
Being afraid, he ran from their hold.
He was caught again, again he slipped;
He cried, “Save me, ” and fearfully skipped.
Cowardly he suffered the hanging,
And, when he died, ended his crying.
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