Saturday, February 16, 2008

Shrieks and Screams

With closed tight fists he hits;
I screech in pain, and he smiles...

He pulls me by my hair;
Tears run down my face, but I do not grimace!

I topple off as he kicks;
I scream in jolts and he hits me more..

The closet pulled down and torn apart;
The shuddering glass.. my neighbours enquire!

I tell them 'I am alright..'
'Its pranks of my little son, not a fight!'

3 comments:

prem said...

Reading couple of lines sounded like domestic abuse...thankfully just ur son(assuming he is not like 21 yrs old!) :-)

Megha said...

Nice... Interesting kind of Fist-fight keeping you busy :) Is it also insightful about the days to come?

SpoorthyMurali said...

sonny is still a toddler...so its just fun fights!