Elemental irony and changing social norms. Finals at the Son of Slam. |
Unchained Melody _______________________________________ In shattered dreams and rivers of tears Under eastern skies, a world far apart A girl child was born, a beacon of light A stake through her mother’s heart She knew she couldn’t have another child A girl would simply not do She cursed herself and cursed the Gods Caged and shackled in her social milieu In her deep dark dreams she wanted a son An answer to the fears of her heart Over Mahjong and saake she sealed a deal A black devil’s poison dart A lawyers pen, a few months of grain A readymade son she got Her fears drained, sanity regained She did what she thought she would not The clinical hands of time, worked on blind The seasons merged and changed The boy grew up with a twisted mind A bully, a gambler, a prince deranged As the sun goes down in her twilight years And cancer breeds as she breathes Her daughter’s scalpel and healing touch Gives her life and a meaning to live Her son’s long gone in shattered dreams A master of unspeakable things A mother’s sorrow and nature’s curse Sowing wild seeds in turbulent winds For a score of years, or a little more Old and broken, she’s not so sure She lives with her daughter and flowers bloom A priestess no more of the temple of doom In the twilight years, another flower is born The mind is clear, the old ghosts are long gone The winds of change blow in through the door Love rushes by and pirouettes on the floor As the vision blurs with tears of joy And she knocks gently on heaven’s door Is it her daughter or grand daughter on her lap Or, does it really matter anymore? |