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PRODIGAL SON

Contributed by FRANCO on Monday, 10th April 2006 @ 09:46:23 AM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry

In a creepy gloomy cubicle, stood
the scandalous scary chieftain haggling
over a shady deal, gawking over him
were a few huge hooligans armed
and perilous a scene par none but to hell.
Just then rang a tinkling telephone
bell from far corner of the cell
hidden beneath a dusty dell.

Rickety fidgety frightened voice cracked at the other side.

“Papa, your own prodigal son
heeded not to your veteran voice headed out in
vain pursuit to conquer the world of glitter
but slithered down the gutter - what word can I mutter,
felon that I am - bowed like a shamed jester.
A word of forgiveness shall cleanse my evil conscience,
to conclude this world’s journey in peace.”

Tears oozed out from those pained eyes of
the chieftain – his own life’s reflection; he murmured.

“Cry not my son, blenders are men’s boulders of obstacle,
and those cross them wisely by grasping them
to blend in for a life’s gain shall prevail.
This old man awaits for you, holding the vision
to rest my mortal self on your sturdy shoulders
to discharge my last dragging breath,
your old man awaits for you.”

Puzzled huge hooligans, whispered;

“Mighty years have passed by; we
together rolled and crawled in this crime filled filth
never did we see your beloved son - but this?”

“Wonder not my fellow comrades, he is neither my son
nor I ‘m his father, a mislead son’s missed number,
I only saved a dieing member; my boy, it was only
a wrong number, it was only a wrong number”
(FRANCO)

Copyright Â© FRANCO ... [ 2006-04-10 09:46:23]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: PRODIGAL SON (User Rating: 1 )
by randumbchit on Monday, 10th April 2006 @ 10:41:37 AM AEST
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