The Spoilt 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 an influence dad never had

God inflicted on my pride the hardest blows

Now I wait silently for the gallows

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By Subhadeep Santra