Walk Through a Crime

Born unrejoiced, on a hearthrug, untimed,
Labour, damsel couldn't carry,
A Black Monday, under blazing sun,
Bastard to some Mary.

Packed in a wooden canister,
By the one who gave him birth,
Witnessed never, the world ever,
Deed worse than hell, on earth.

Sent floating on a strong current,
Took which the mountain's path;
A little stone, cling him to cliff,
Feared Gods, the aftermath.

Lucky to the eyes of a quarryman,
Saved was he from, sharp jaws of death
Lived with him for half a score of years,
Grew leaps n' bounds in length n' breadth.

Five tums, quarry somehow did feed,
Quarrels made their way home
Left it, when planted one more seed,
Like a vagabond he roamed.

A town seventy miles from home,
Barefoot, scorched earth, he strode
A cloth to hide his naked skin,
A roof to call abode.

Two days without a spoon to eat,
In stomach the acid rain
Ready to trade his flesh and blood,
In change for fistful grains.

The helpless cried a million tears,
Begging for a job, yet no one gave
Ah! few crumbles of a thrown out bread,
Could save the young from an early grave.

Just when he thought he'd die a ten,
Spotted a binman with a rotten plum
Snatched and ran, till came a ditch,
Then crossed the ditch in a long-long jump.

It thus began, force to fulfill,
Desires not, just needs
To seize n' snatch, at times hit then,
Flee at too swift a speed.

Once happened so, he had nothing,
Three days or two at least
Tried he to force some nosh up out,
King's caravan for a feast.

Treasure defending chest,part of,
a nephew to Majesty
The heat,it grew, n swords,it drew,
Took out his own,lest he.

Twelve guards standing no match to him,
With King's nephew he did duel
In left hand, his sword held stiff,
In right one,a bowl of gruel.

Darted the nephew's pointed tip,
Pointed towards his heart,
Frustated Hunger,in one sweep,
Sliced his neck apart.

The news found it's way to castle,
King's wrath it did invite
"Dishonoured carcass of culprit,
Go! feed him to termites",

Chased back seventy miles away,
To a place he once called home
Climbed up the mountain,cutting which,
A river had once flown.

Ruthless kinsmen closing on him,
Sides one and all surround
Tried searching eyes in helmets mesh,
No pair humane around.

As he stood on this very cliff
Twenty years back he'd been.
This time out of canister
Sinister world he'd seen.

He knew the end had surely come,
T'was not the death he feared.
Handshake with the final comrade,
Once had come inches near.

From the very first draught of air he breathed,
To the last he would intake,
Criminals go just commit the crime,
The world doth criminals make.

In flagrante delicto,
Saviour to some lady,
A wolf to you,an animal,
To him you might one be.

Saw he first the blue sky above,
Then down the deep blue sea,
"Matters not what each soul did to me,
Still I pardon thee".

Thus saying salvo he salvaged,
Free fall from the cliff,victory devour,
Met the grim with that little half lip grin,
Last giant leap of the first Jaguar.