Like a hen protecting her
chicks under her wings
from the preying hawks
the mother was sleeping
with her three year-old innocence
on the pot-holed verandah of the
street-side dilapidated building
in the thick of night
covering the kid with her arms
unaware of the sex-starved monster on the prowl
closing in on her kid.
The monster approached the
child slowly, silently, stealthily
and lifted up the sleeping innocence
and vanished in the darkness within no time.
On waking up from her sleep
In the midst of a nightmare
with shock-waves running down her spine
she cried aloud for her missing kid.
Like a woman gone insane
she ran hither and thither frantically
looking for her kid
beating her emaciated chest with all her force .
Meanwhile,
the three-year old
innocence
was writhing in pain in a pool of blood
screaming for her mothers proximity
somewhere behind the thick bushes.
Neither the loud cries of the
mother nor the screams of the child
crushed under the
heavy weight of the
sex-starved monster
fell on deaf-years…
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