A Bud Crushed Under The Foot

Poem By Rajaram Ramachandran

The day’s newspaper shook my heart.
I can only shed a tear on my part.
A heartless father shot his daughter.
It was like an animal slaughter.

Her love for a boy was the cause.
She married him as her choice,
Not with her parents’ consent
That led to their utter dissent.

Her father, to teach a lesson,
He invited the boy in person,
For a talk in a public place,
Just to break their alliance.

Her mother became serious,
Her father became furious,
When the talk failed at last,
As the kids stood steadfast.

Father had in his pocket hidden,
A pistol normally forbidden,
Two or three rounds he shot,
And gave the boy a chase hot.

The boy escaped with a wound,
But the girl fell dead on the ground,
Her life sucked up by bullets three,
From the pistol that flew free.

Oh God, when this gun culture,
From this earth will disappear?
Why a father kills his daughter,
O’er such a simple love matter?

What for he bred her for years?
Had their eyes dried of tears?
Many lost lovers history has seen,
Now one more added, fresh and green.

(A news from 'Times of India' of 8-10-2005)

Comments about A Bud Crushed Under The Foot

The problem with us is that the parental love is not unconditional. Every parent has the right to plan the life of his children but has no right to take away their life just for one's whims and fancies. I have often thought about another problem that our children face in the hands of their parents. When parents commit suicide they also force their children into the grave-yard. If these children knew what was happening to them, would they surrender themselves to the whims and fancies of their parents in a willing manner? Are our children simply toys in the hands of their parents? Out of the parents' pleasure, children are born and out of their rage, they get exterminated. This is indeed a cornering situation for our children. Something must be done. I appreciate your concern.
wonderfully narration and sensitively introspection.
The day’s newspaper shook my heart. I can only shed a tear on my part. A heartless father shot his daughter. It was like an animal slaughter. it is heartless message from father.what did he get out of it? ? ? ? ? father should be towering strength for children....10 read mine papa do u know and papa you tooi
Dear Sir, as i read your poems one by one, slowly i am falling in love with you.
touching poem. yet another masterpiece!

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