Time-Bomb

Time-Bomb

Those tiny hands could not have held ,

The blasphemy of marital hell .

With frowns and cries he tries to speak,

Muddy rivers down his cheeks.

He tries to wonder what he’s done ,

Even before life’s just begun ;

And he starts speaking his first words

But its just filled with so much hurt .

Might as well give up learning how to speak,

wonder whether he’d trade his life in a beat.

Their warmth , is all that he needs ,

To put a dent in all those memories.

Foraging the ashes of future feuds ,

Should he suffer the major interludes ?

Alone in his luxurious terrain of tiles,

He learns how to put on innocent smiles.

Precious moments flow unused !

What would they do with this hate accrued ?

Not once , they wouldn’t even try ,

And now , he questions you and asks why.

- Vinayak