Mortal sin…

a poem by Madhura Dabholkar

I lay on the floor, thoughts surround me
tears flow down my cheeks
few days left
and then I will perish.

A mistake done in a spur of a moment
now I am all alone and no one with me
mind filled with guilt and shame
but nothing can be done, regret I feel.

No one talks to me
no one comes near
disgracefully people look
and some with fear.

I remember the night
when I was hanging out with friends
carefree and casual attitude
and fun in the air.

We were discussing women
their body and curves
talking about sex
our passion and lust.

Eroticism filled our mind
with the urge to satisfy
the beast within was awakened
we didn’t hold back our emotions
nor we tried.

A little girl on the street, poor and hungry
begging for food approached with hope
our intentions wicked, our mind foul
we shut her mouth as we pulled her close.

She screamt she cried
she struggled for release
we held her tight
as we dragged her and seized.

We tied her mouth,
her hands and legs
helplessly she cried
and mercilessly we raped.

One by one turn by turn
we forced ourselves on her
each one took, his own pleasure
as all of us satisfied our thirst.

This filthy behaviour
this immoral deed
we degraded our soul
our quest sordid.

On the ground she lay
moaning with pain
half conscious and half dead
crying with affliction
then the girl lay dead.

We all were terrified
a chill ran through our spine
we didn’t know what to do
an escape we made but nothing turned fine.

Her corpse was discovered
the news spread like wild fire
proof was found enough to prosecute us
behind the bars now we were in tears.

We deserved it and begged for lenity
just as the little girl had pleaded in front of us
no mercy was granted nor we were forgiven
a heinous crime committed
the law didn’t pity and ordered for our shun.

Now I lay on the floor and wait for my end
the day for me to be hanged until death
my family embarrassed and ashamed of me
I cry for my life and regret for my sin.