Mahfooz Ali

(28 October / Lucknow (U.P.) India)

Lost Innocence


The small boy sits in the corner
waiting for his father into return.
He is afraid to move about,
He might be punished for that also.
He believes his father
will bring him something good.
But when his dad walks through the door,
all he has is the bottle in his hand.
He runs to embrace his father
and receives a blow to the head.
When the fragile child awakens,
He is in much pain.
His drunken father lies on the couch,
without a care in the world.
He returns slowly and quietly
To his darkened corner,
And says to himself
'Wouldn't it be great if my father loved me,
More than the bottle in his hand.'




(Views Taken from a short story in hindi.)

Submitted: Thursday, August 30, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 02, 2011
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