That Little Girl!
That Little Girl!1 min 12 1 min 12
The gaiety soared beyond the ambit,
The villagers weren’t inspired for a bit,
The mellifluous cries of her in that sight,
Reverberated through the moonlit night,
The colossal crowd surrounded the cot,
Waiting recklessly for the tot.
The taciturn ones were rejoicing,
The verbose were sanguine in expressing,
But very soon the clandestine was bared,
The puny paragon of feminity plunged
In the thin air of humility.
Her cries were the malediction for their masculinity
“Madness! Preposterous! “Cried the capricious men’s,
“Prerogative demands to kill”
Camaraderie absconded the cot,
The bellicose father left the mother void.
It was for not brouhaha,
But a malicious chimera.
That little girl screamed and howled
The pusillanimous women juxtaposed
The pristine soul was snatched from the mother
Lamentation was sole possession of her
But the banshee was still wandering
While the tradition men were slaying
The raging creek savoured the succulent soul
When the girl was ploughed into a death hole
The bed rocked relished the luscious flesh
Life persevered through hokum mesh
The quintessence of felinity
Was bamboozled by orthodoxy
This isn’t a rare exercise
But a peregrination of the practice
We kill our felines, murder their dreams,
And then yearn for the content of primes
The times won’t change
Unless we, the youth will not rage.