poem #1: Terrorism

A touching, deeply emotional rendition of a child whose family falls victim to..., Terrorism, by Avvari Shirisha.

Dear Mom……
I remember the day I refused to sleep
When you insisted I started to weep
You said, ”Good child! Sleep it is the end of the day”
“Or the devil will carry you away.”
“But I am a grown up child ” , I said
“No fear of devil can put me to bed.
Let it come to me I’ll show
That I am a Complan girl, you know.”
I remember mom, you laughed and said
“My little girl, you better go to bed
For if the wicked devil hears you say that
He’d certainly go double mad.
But mom….
You never told me the devil breathed fire
You never told me my little muscles could only tire
You never told me I’d be left alone
You, papa, bhaiyya, everyone gone.
Mom see….
You lied to me
The devil didn’t take me away you see
But if anyone challenged it, it was me
Then why did it take you away ?
Why not me?
Mom…..
I’ll never call on the devil, never.
I’ll never boast that I’m strong and clever.
Please come back Mom, I really miss you.
I’ll go to bed promptly