Monday, December 16, 2013

One Small Latch

On that cold winter night
They slept sound with blanket and shawl
With no any reason for fright,
Knowing little the night would change all.

The winds blew cold and dry
And night held the silence dark.
Yet the dacoits entered the villa with an easy try
Hushing up the labrador before it even barked.

Daughter and mother were woken by a fray
Only to note what was being stolen
And to watch all being carried away
Calmly and peacefully at just a point of gun.

Gulped a bandit the fire rampant
Burning his conscience, compassion and fears.
The blaze spread further violent
That'd be quenched only by the daughter's tears.

The brigands dragged her to a room
Leaving mother in shock and fright.
They were trampling a flower yet to bloom
And were sabotaging a figure slight.

They savagely hit her, bit her, gagged her
And on her their lechery was descending.
They pushed her, pulled her, strangled her,
Fouled her as if to mar a pleasing painting.

Mother out gathered all the shattered emotions
And rushed to the latched door.
She knocked, thumped, hammered
And tried to ram the door.
Then for pity did she plead
But all in vain for the mother poor.

Mother unified all courage, ire and grit
Though she was none their match.
She wanted to squelch them under feet,
But alas! all was locked by one small latch.

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