The Fateful Day

Note---This Poem Was Specially Composed On The Mother's Day 21 MARCH 2004 and Dedicated To My Mother,Who Is No More.In This Poetic Form,The Composer (Self) has Tried To Recall As Closely As Possible The True Events Thst Happened On That Fateful Day 15 Feb 1948 When My Mother Reached Her Heavenly Abode Thro An UNNATURAL DEATH.

My Mother Was a Gentle Woman
Who Had Never Hurt A Fly
Why Then She Had To Go To Heaven
With Such A Painful Cry?

It Happened Many Years Ago
I Was Then A Lad Of Ten
But As I Think Of What Then Happened
It Makes Me sad and Sunk.

Those Were The Dark,Turbulant Days
With Communal Passions Reigning High
A Trifle Suspect Of One Or The Other
Could Ignite The City Before People Sighed.

On The Eve Before This Fateful DaY
We All Had Gone To See A Play
My Mother To Such Outings Seldom Used
Enjoyed Every Moment Of That Evening Play.

Little Did We Realise Then,How
Fateful The Next Day Would Be
If Only We Had Sensed It Then,Would
Sure Have Saved Her From This Tragety.

The Day Dawned At The Appointed Hour
Things Were Normal All Around
Father In Office And Her Children At School
She Settled To Attend To Her Daily Rounds

As The Fateful Hour In The Evening Dawned
The Town Clock Had Just Struck Four
Keeping The Milk Over The Stove To Heat
My Mother Was readying To Receive Us Home.

In Haste She Failed To Lock The Door
Which Remained Open Without Latched
But This As A Reason Cannot Be Why
She Died Thro Such A Gruesome Act.

Three Stabs Deep And Painful
Found On Her Body,I Was Told
After She Struggled And Gave Up Life
We Three Children Entered The Forte.

Oh What A Gruesome Scene We Saw
Human Blood Spilled At Every Site
Even Today As I Dream It In Sleep
I keep Awake For The Rest Of Night.

Before She Died, She Had This said
The Killer was From The Same Commune
But Perhaps Said This To Pacify The Crowd
Which Had By Then Gathered To Avenge Her Pain.

By Now The News Spread And Our Father Came
An Ambulance Brought To Get Her Checked
But By Then She Had Breathed Her Last
And Only Her Mortal Body Remained.

The Only Witness To This Horrid Act
Was Her Brother's wife ,Who Was At Home
But She Was Then Too Dazed To Speak
Or To Tell Anything Cogent and Sound.

The Police Then Entered The Scene
Took The Details From All Around
Questioned The Milkman In Their Normal Way
But Let Him Go Free With No Motive Found.

The Only Witness To This Heinous Act
Was Later Called To A Parade Show
The Witness Still Shaken With Fright
Felt One as Close But Not Quite.

My Father Advised The Witness Then
To Free The Person If She Was unSure
But Even Today The Witness Swears
The One She Freed Was Behind This Act.

Following Years Were Difficult Days
For Our Father To Bring Us Up Together
In Doing So There Were Times
I Had Found Him Near His Tether.

As We Grew Up,Memory Faded
The Dreadful Past Became History
But Can Never Forget My Mother's Face
Though Was Dead When Last Seen.

But Then I Still Ask Myself
Why Did My Mother Die This Way?
Whenever I Think Of This Fateful Day
It Makes Me Sad And Sunk.

Forgive Us Mother, As Only You Can
We Did Nothing To Avenge Your Pain
Even As We Think We Are ashamed
Oh What A Children To You We Have Been.


Composed by----Baiyu---London March 2004
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