The day’s newspaper shook my heart. <br />I can only shed a tear on my part. <br />A heartless father shot his daughter. <br />It was like an animal slaughter. <br /> <br />Her love for a boy was the cause. <br />She married him as her choice, <br />Not with her parents’ consent <br />That led to their utter dissent. <br /> <br />Her father, to teach a lesson, <br />He invited the boy in person, <br />For a talk in a public place, <br />Just to break their alliance. <br /> <br />Her mother became serious, <br />Her father became furious, <br />When the talk failed at last, <br />As the kids stood steadfast. <br /> <br />Father had in his pocket hidden, <br />A pistol normally forbidden, <br />Two or three rounds he shot, <br />And gave the boy a chase hot. <br /> <br />The boy escaped with a wound, <br />But the girl fell dead on the ground, <br />Her life sucked up by bullets three, <br />From the pistol that flew free. <br /> <br />Oh God, when this gun culture, <br />From this earth will disappear? <br />Why a father kills his daughter, <br />O’er such a simple love matter? <br /> <br />What for he bred her for years? <br />Had their eyes dried of tears? <br />Many lost lovers history has seen, <br />Now one more added, fresh and green. <br /> <br />(A news from 'Times of India' of 8-10-2005)<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bud-crushed-under-the-foot/
