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by Dr. K.R.S Murthy
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  Slap me on my cheeks really very hard
Whip my body cruelly soaking me in blood
Stab my heart deep with a long sharp dagger
Through me in the center of a flaming fire

Dump me deep to sink in stinking sewer
Feed me to a pack of hungry hyenas live
Let pythons swallow my body whole
Make me roll on a sharp bed of nails

If that is all the punishment for me
Let my child come back alive soon
Healthy back into my arms forever
For him to feed under my bosoms

Let me see him grow, day after day
Learn to talk, to walk and play in fun
Be like any other happy mother’s kid
Grow big and live long like any man

Go ahead and take me to hell right now
Release me from the life of hell on earth
Of a childless mother suffering in pain
The big loss of a sweet innocent infant

God! If you ever knew how a mother feels
You would never have been this merciless
Giving me the nine months of carrying joy
Just to take it away from my arms to grave

If you really hear all my cries and prayers
If it is really true, that you are a “know it all”
Never to answer me, nor feel the least remorse
You may as well be cast a severe curse by me

Curse that no soul would know you forever
Turn you deaf to the praying souls, for sure
Blind at heart with no feelings like a stone
With all the souls jailed to ignorance to you

November 25 ,2001
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