A SINNER’S “RESERVATIONS”

Deep breath gushing my lungs,I hesitantly close my eyelids,
Disturbing past still haunts me,the fear is hauntingly morbid.
Wiping the dripping sweat off his palms,the man besides me gets ready,
The chief glances at his stone studded watch,time ticks on,ever so steady.

Oh! It hurts,this is one final moment for belated repentance,
Before the FINAL ACT begins,stripping me off life’s sustenance.
With pain,remorse,guilt and grief,I make a final attempt to look back,
Destiny beckons me for higher regions,even the angel is dressed in pitch black.

Guided,misguided,intoxicated fanatically under the garb of religion,
Me and my mob set on a violent rampage:disaster had just begun.
We burnt the homes,blood suckingly ensuring that survivors were far and few,
Even during his last moments,the baby in his pram was smiling,as only he could do.

The riots ended:we were exposed,cursed and castigated: the trial was announced,
With a helpless child in arms,my wife collapsed when the verdict was hastily pronounced.
The sword had ruthlesly slit open many a throat,chopped of many a limb,ripped apart many a rib,
But its decibel levels were silenced with those fateful,everlasting impressions made by the judge’s nib.

I know my Dad stands embarrassed,my mom is agonized,as slowly to the ground she sank,
My thumb is numb,my feet are trembling now,my heart is heavy and my mind has gone blank.
I had defeated the very purpose of my schooling,my religion:even GOD would struggle to forgive,
This burning desire for soothing atonement envelopes me:a few final moments before I cease to live.

My actions hurt me tremendously,I am unable to bear the weight of my sins,
I am desperate to make amends:they are pricking me hard like poisoned pins.
But its well beyond my time now,however hard I am willing to give one final try,
This outdated, atrocious I.P.C 302 will have its final say:leaving me high and dry.

I know I am a sinner,drowning in my own bloody pool of sins,leaving behind a stain that will for ever sting,
But the judge,the chief and all others who framed me for taking lives:aren’t they “officially doing the same thing?
I want to go back,seek atonement for my sins,leave a better place than what i saw last,
But it won’t happen till I.P.C 302 exists:will someone please remove the junk quick and fast?

The chief nods,the executioner is ready now to raise the bar,
I shut my eyes: my mom,my mad,my wife,my child are ever so far.
The black angel smiles reassuringly,ready to welcome me with open arms:a self conscious offender,I will have myself to blame,
But you officials,who still make flawed laws with MINORITY APPEASEMENT & RESERVATION: go hang your heads in shame!

The above fiction is an account of a man who feels hard done by the reservation and minority appeasement system existing in India.Capitalizing on this,political goons instigate him into religious violence,and frame him.During his final moments, he repents for his sins and condones the RESERVATION and MINORITY APPEASEMENT system and I.P.C 302:which prescribes death penalties.