Rotten Seeds

Tragedy under the mistletoe,

Bids a final kiss of goodbye,

You are no more a living being,

A mere shadow of a wife,

A woman with hollow needs and desires,

You are a piece of wooden sculpture,

Rotten from the inside,

You have been a faithful daughter,

A loving mother, a caring wife,

Ten drops of blood seeping beneath,

Ripe are your wounds of agony,

Agony has no meaning unless filtered,

Revenge, jealousy, treachery,

You have been a caring wife,

You leaned near the creaking doorstep,

For distant, long hours, awaiting,

Waiting, seconds, minutes, hours,

Days have even lost your sight,

Sun has never been faithful to you,

Neither the growing moon,

Your two sown seeds of long days,

And short nights, have become mere shadows,

Flailing, reverberating the same old pain,

Nothingness seeps inside.

Revenge, jealousy, treachery,

You have been a caring mother,

A heartfelt sister, a loving wife,

A bell screams in agony inside,

Your two sown seeds,

An enveloping son,

An overshadowing daughter,

Of long days and short nights,

You have been a loving wife.

You have been a loving mother,

A heartfelt sister, a caring wife,

Ten drops of blood seep beneath,

Wooden floor creaks inside,

Piled up are the deeds of,

Rotten seeds once planted inside,

Revenge from the one,

Who planted the seed,

Jealous of the beautiful daughter,

A treacherous son,

You have been a loving wife,

Ten drops of blood seep beneath,

Wooden floor creaks inside,

Piled up are the deeds of,

Revenge, jealousy, treachery,

Nothingness seeps inside,

You have been a caring mother,

A heartfelt sister, a loving wife.

"She has always been a caring mother, a loving wife, but the long hours of loneliness and wait have driven her to insanity. I have used sun and moon as a symbol of her son and daughter and thus termed as long days and short nights, long hours of waiting for her son and daughter. Revenge, Jealousy and treachery are the three symbols of her husband, daughter and son which have been described in the last few lines. Even after killing her husband, son and daughter she is close to loneliness and nothingness as she thought ending the reasons of misery would end the pain forever"