I Killed My Father (Poem)

I killed...My father!

I killed my father on every occasion
of pain and dissolution;
He was killed with every sigh and nodding.
I killed him several times
with words of impoliteness.
I excavated him on every possible grounds by inches
He was found dead for many a time before his exit,
He has become a passing reference at the bed.
He is with tremendous desires and unending urges
He is with a sound of darkness that cannot be illumined...
I deserve all the credit of
playing on the game of abusing for unidentified deliverance.
I simply killed him to suffice his unrest...!
(C) Shivnath A. Takte