Gala Poem by Cyriac Maliakkal

There was tussle between he and hisThere wasThere was tussle between he There was tussle between he and his
Mother.
His quality of spree plunged his
Mother's life into a tinder.
He was fully at quaff.
He was not acolyte for excuse this.
That enticed him maraud money,
He found a skew way and he did
Browbeat his mother.
There was spat between them;
She had being showered with
Kerosene.

His heart became wooden.
He saw her mother as only a tinder
He smashed her life by fire his