It was a decade back, I think so
chaotic it was on that day
remember it was a Pongal day
a call early morning woke me that day.
I heard of a disaster early in the morning
my parents got marooned in their home in the morning
the police were around for reasons known early in the morning
demanding them to pay the cotton dues so early in the morning.
My brother called me and spoke worriedly
bade me come at once to the place hurriedly
I broke down and cried bitterly
shaken almost to the core really.
My husband and sons came to my rescue
comforted me as much as they could in a view
saying, nothing unceremonious is due
quietened me and cleared my mind off the blue.
The phone rang continuously
my brother pleaded me to come immediately
I stood helplessly all the more shaking vigorously
my heart fluttered intermittently.
My husband intruded at that time
kindly told me not to panic this time
your presence would not be needed during the time
thinking for a while I acceded gracefully this time.
It was the other way in a short period
the third call from my brother serious
snapped my resolution into pieces
I dashed knowing not I would be torn into pieces.
I stood dumbfounded as I entered
the police had encircled
my father was deeply disturbed
not to say about my poor mother.
I rushed to them sobbing
the police detained me by pushing
I took my mother in my arms tightly
only to be cursed by my father acrimoniously.
Know not why my father was furious all through
I consoled my mother and caressed her all through
much to the chagrin of my dad very untrue
who stared at me with anger with rye.
Even then my love for them was out of bounds
I did not mind my dad’s thoughts in the bound
I approached the Officers with a prayer and a bond
begged them to let the couple free from the round.
The stranger be the Official, I am not familiar
listened to me with a patience very similar
would have conceded to my pleas in a similar
if not for my father’s interruption very unfamiliar.
The Police officer could not understand the status
the father accusing a daughter hocuspocus
his reasons being baseless and bogus
took me aside and forced me to go from the focus.
That day saw the end of my relationship with my dad
it might sound incredible and bad
my husband whisked me away as quick as possible all sad
my sons followed us with heads held high in a way glad.
The brother who called in so many tries
did not come at the time of the crisis
he was behind the curtains literally shy
perhaps it was his plot to trap me.
I do not blame him or my other siblings
nor do I accuse my parents of their inklings
it was my folly that has brought this foreboding
well, I could never forget the day 
Entirely away from my parents for the rest of my days
I sought relief in my own family through the days
if only I had listened to my husband that day
I would have been celebrated all the days.
It is destiny my heart cries.
it is impertinence my mind points out.
Whatever it was I was shattered
never could a father behave so atrocious.
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