Keith Haring
Trying hard to grasp her message,
he stared at her last canvas,
A sobered soul; he hoped to do,
the ultimate penance.
He remembered the time, eons ago,
when their love blossomed,
Blindly trusting, when she had gifted,
her virginity treasured.
Devil in disguise, he was;
lust, his one and only urge,
Once conquered, she was dumped,
like a pile of dirty trash.
He went about his life chasing,
pleasures and conquests myriad,
While she struggled to breath-again,
her life shattered.
In art, she found a reason
to live again,
Carrying forever a secret along,
her craft too, earned fame.
Years on, life had taught him
lessons galore,
Wanted to mend whom he crushed,
in a guilt trip now.
She was no more,
with sadness, he learnt,
But had left him a secret,
important.
He stared and stared,
trying to unveil the mystery,
Did images of those children,
in that last message, revealed a story?
As if on a cue, something striked his mind.
Did she leave behind, in this world,
their love-child?
What should've been filled with
happiness and blessings,
Was now he regretted, something,
he had grossly sinned.
This post is for Magpie Tales 232
Copyright 2014 © Nandini Deka
Oh no, please say he...everything has its meaning..... and reason....and being.... their love did have meaning!
ReplyDeleteI hope it did....
DeleteA story poem of immense proportion! Nice writing.
ReplyDeletethanks @Helen :-)
DeleteI really enjoyed reading this. The vivid imagery and the characterization was very good. Great work with the prompt. Keep it up! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed :-)
DeleteBeautifully written ~ Eddie :)
ReplyDeletethank you @Eddie :-)
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