I Became The Murderer

Was just a girl, when world became adult.

The privy became live,

I was nudely walking on cult.

Weather was gloomy, cloud was low,

Wind was hauling, sky put a show.

I wasn't ready, he came in force.

I repel and defy, he seemed arouse.

With the thousand reasons,

I chose leaving, gave up meeting,

Raised the bar, made up moving.

He followed, I moved. He stared, I crossed.

He nudged, I waved. He offered, I tossed.

For I wasn't serious,

And believed he wasn't too.

Peeled the old me, forgot about we two.

Several moon passed, many more sun too.

Heartache healed, tears dried.

Finally happy, saw him again there.

Doomed in room, drench in tears.

Oh! That yawp, lips were drought alike.

Breathing fine, but no longer alive.

Cursing me, for saying those words.

I realised, murderer then I am.

Felt my hands soaked in his blood.

Washed it, fumed it, myriad of times.

His smell seemed to have taken over me.

Shook my heart, threw the hues.

He was still summoning me.

Will my apology be decent?

For I didn't mean to hurt him.

Will I be ever forgiven??

Because he also is somebody's son.

I didn't pull that trigger, it slipped.

I didn't want to be a murderer,

Fate made me choose to quit.

Should I be asking for amnesty?

For all this years, I was regretting.

I made me cry, I made you die.

I made me regret, I made you sweat.

Dear darling! Let me mosey,

I don't resent you, let me fly.

I have repented for the crime

Which was never mine.

I slaughtered your soul, I lament it,

Still I believe I wasn't the felon.

Alas! I slayed you with my bare hand,

And now, I became the murderer!!!!!