An Elegy Bemoaned

“Written on a paper in black ink
Read all who may.
Pray and raise a toast, a drink,
My elegy it is, such I Portray”

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Ma, I heard your voice
And you calling me loud
Now I don’t have any choice
For you are under your shroud


What you said was right
I could never gauge it then
With you I kicked a fight
When I ran away to learn one-to-ten


“Nobody is going to be yours
When I’m gone my child”
Now when my plight soars
I know every grain of your thought Ma’ was beyond mild


Under the frozen stars I lay on my bed
Waiting to be scavenged anytime; he would say
“Wife you are mine in this locked-wed
Pretend before this world that you are fine, come let’s play”


Morning he goes for work
Leaving me to blemish my woes in a corner
I count the seconds to wait for the serpent to lurk
Returning me favors by giving me the fur


Too many chances but I lost each time
I was fifteen when I first bore a child
Within days of bliss I tasted the lime
I was tamed thereafter like an animal wild


I remember your words Ma’ your kisses and hugs
Pull me out Ma’ before I drown
In the streets ma’ perennial with threats of thugs
I pray each Day to swallow the Nightly frown

Finally in my death-tray today
I have no-one to hear my coffined moans
I’m giving back this life what I never got per say
A debt I have to re-pay; the scars form this life I got on loan