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The Murder ......

What I saw a kerchief and a cap!
The cop says the murderer own,
Beside them lie a girl with no move,
And I stand dumbstruck down.
“Steve” the cops called rudely,
Came the man behind the scene,
His eyes were wet but no traces,
Of being sorry for what he had been.

The police asked “didn’t you see that face”
How innocent she was and her dead body,
For she lied down not knowing what happened,
For she was killed by her own Father in custody.
“What” I wondered a father killing a daughter!
Being the most suspected cases ever…..
And I moved on with the file left open,
Got the man’s explanations clever..

He stated” I killed my own daughter,
For she was the only one I had,
As mine in the whole world with my blood,
And I am supposed to die in a day to add,
I don’t want to let her live alone,
For the people here are not to wipe her tears,
But to wipe her girliness down to pieces,
And give her the worst in the world to bear.
I let the doors of heaven open for her,
As a father I didn’t know where to leave her,
Whom to rely her upon as none else me is her father,
Let the god and the cops punish me right here,
Deep down I know we will have a life,
There, where no death conquers me nor my girl,
A father and a daughter living happily ever after…….

Am I struck or sad for fate took the father’s side,
His lips was sealed forever to not utter a word,
Before I even completely close the FIR case file,
This was the most pathetic case ever in my cord.
“Dear god you hear a lot of prayers everyday,
These two plead you too heartily down,
You didn’t hear them dear God ,
You didn’t hear them……..
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