Living Dead
Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous eyes,
Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the kitchen sink,
Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart of the city,
Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp; giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread; to forcefully munch for breakfast,
Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted horrendously into the steep valley; eventually exploding and charring me into a cloud of black plumes,
Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my
dreams,
Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you had consumed for lunch last afternoon,
Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head; instead of the fir coated and silken pillow,
Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water; uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines encompassed within my stomach,
Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you cherished and adored,
Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of your commands even after midnight,
Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was released from the operation room,
Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to speak for you every time you opened your mouth,
Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup stringently clasped in my hands,
Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls; displaying them proudly to every visitor who frequented our dwelling,
Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files far away from sight,
Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely through my sensitive membranes,
Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal; when infact I was an ordinary sage,
Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last iota of breath trapped in my lungs,
Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my hands clinging to my ears,
But please O! beloved, don't ever leave me and go; for this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far less than the living dead I would become; if you
suddenly left me.
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Submitted by nikhilparekh on October 06, 2019
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2 |
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