Cricking Chair

I'm angry as always, But... I'm sure all is fine...
This so called end to, "the most feared of my kind".

Pa, told me once... I wont be anything,
like a broken record it played in my head
But see Pa!!! I made it big.
I'm on the front page now, "Daddy go read"!

Even through this bullet ridden chest,
This broken jaw, I can re-collect a faded face,
That blue eyed boy who was belted like a Pig!

I managed to make it all,PA!!!
Still ... We do what we have to do.... to stand tall,
It was either that or to fear & fall.

No real regret, I will not bend,
Nor will I listen to you.... lousy hypocrites.

I hate to think they want me to ask forgiveness.
Two decades with a gun as a Toy,
Can really change a boy...Dont you agree?

Ah!! My favorite dish they asked me to write.
If i could write wouldn't I become a teacher or a sort!
I blame YOU,
Yes YOU! For not watching over me.
Ma told me YOU would help me when she was gone.

That's why I kicked the Man in the Black coat!
Preaching something he too doesn't even know!

No go away from my mind,
My only friends have arrived.
A last lick of my ice cream..
I want to relish this..

Hmm Home....The turning locks...
and the dozen of doors.

Ah! here comes the fans..
Some in horror,Some in hate,
I dont really care of what they think of my fate!

Darn ....My itching head,
& these leather belts on my hands..
A blind fold and heavy gear above!

This cricking chair
squeaking like a child.
arrrgh!!!

Hello, are you there?
Don't you go ....now,
......I dint mean what I Said!

You know as well as me
I'm sorry... I did what i ..................................


copyright(c)2007 Shivraj Rajaram