Spoiled Brat

By Subhadeep Santra

I was born with a silver spoon

And realized that too soon

I grew up a rich spoiled brat

Among cozy attire and fashionable hat

Expensive tie and watches that shine

I lived my childhood on cloud nine

Then I entered the naughty teenage

With a little mischief and little rage

I picked up altercations like a real desperado

Folded sleeves in act of sheer bravado

I claimed superiority because my dad earned well

And rest of the world could just go to hell

Then one day I drank to the throat

The legs shook and my stomach bloat

I drove the car a little bizarre

It crashed on cries ere it went too far

I stumbled on corpses that mourned pain

Ugly faces with blood and blain

I hear a police siren singing along my heart

I feel afraid as it goes on to repeat

They caught me. Yes! They put me to jail

From these absurdities I will soon abseil

My father was rich and powerful. None say him ‘NO’

I knew he would browbeat the cops to let me go

But alas! Luck this time was a little sinister

One among who died was the son of a minister

He happened to be there that day

‘Distributing blankets for charity’ they say

The minister was richer than my dad

And held a power he had never had

God inflicted on my pride the hardest blows

Now I wait silently for the gallows

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By Subhadeep Santra