They brought her son home dead
With his body smoldered in crimson red
For the first time I saw his father cry
I was so shocked, I couldn’t believe my eye
What were the intensions, was he robbed
He was murdered father sobbed
Speak no more in front of him said mother
She pointed at me his younger brother
I shouted out loud and protested
Complaints fell on deaf ears which I detested
They went inside, locked the door
Leaving me howling on the floor
Neighbours came like herds of donkey
They conveyed their condolences and offered their apologies
A few said that he was a dime
I would be proud had he been mine
They came in haste and left in a hurry
I asked one of them the reason for this scurry
India being put to test
Three wickets are left, out are the rest
Late as usual the police did arrive
According to them it had been a long drive
I showed them the way to the body
Not a pro’s work, its shoddy
That comment was hard to overlook
The policeman took out his book
He noted the accounts of the murder
On hearing it for the first time I did shudder
Seven years have passed after that fateful night
When the police promised to use all their might
They are as close to nailing the killer as they were then
When quizzed about it they say its only a matter of when
No justice was ever provided
Now the pain has slowly subsided
Life always goes on
Because dark is always followed by dawn
PRANIT SAHNI
