My Kid Had Died

By Kartik Vashist

My kid had died.

To his mother I lied

About his well-being.

My kid had died.

He was shot with a gun.

“I did it out of fun”

Said the wretched killer.

He was shot with a gun.

How do I bury him?

I followed his every whim

But now he wasn’t smiling.

How do I bury him?

Perished has my pride.

My sweet love, my child

Is in this world no more.

My kid had died.

By Kartik Vashist