My Babe Sister - Massacre Poem by Ezna Stephna

My name is Pooja
I am eight years old
I have a sister
Her name was Yogita
And she was four years old

Our papa always angry
He screams and he yells
I don’t think he be fond of us
It's painless to enlighten

Mom only lovability
When papa is not around
And when he is home
She hardly create no sound

Mom always out
By no means she is at home
Papa always under the influence,
And at all times alone

As soon as we perceive sound
Of those jiggle keys
We rush and hide from the view
We scuttle and entreaty

We discover a place
And curl up tight
I embrace my sister
And she embrace me

Opening the door
Papa then march in
without any sound
I pray inside, deep within
What will be after that …?

But Yogita, she was unable to aid herself
for the ache was just to a great extent
'Oh God' she scream
Why are you so mean?

Dad didn’t like what she had believed
And slap her even more
And with one last strike
tough and physically powerful
he drag away and watches

Yogita takes one last wheeze of air
Then falls to the floor where I sat
And doesn't shift a muscle
I watch at her
My eyes was full of tears
She stare at me
And close her eyes

Papa yell at me
Oh it’s you to be blame
Make me so angry
this is all your responsibility
Go weep be poignant

My sister Yogita
My gorgeous sister
Who was only four years old

That dark night
My Papa murdered Yogita
My greatest and finest friend
We had complexity together
But now she’s left
I missed her so greatly everlastingly

My Papa murdered Yogita
She was my cute and babe sister
since that day I had never speak
for its verbal communication
Ended my babe sister’s life.


Please after reading engrave your comments what you undergo from the core of your heart sincerely! `` Appreciation to your heartily comment``

Story: 2003
written by ezna stephna
copyright: 29/sept/2010 Time: 11.36am