Mother’s Liver

Mother’s Liver
P K Routray
It may appear be too fictious and too funny a story,
but the concluding part pathetically sings on the motherly love and its glory.
It has a metaphor,
citing how do lust and love differ?
Once a parents had one and only son,
because of premature death of his father the mother took up the family’s entire burden.
As ill luck would have it the son fell in to bad company,
lured, learned and got addicted to bad habits so many.
His lust grew demoniac and brute,
and this brought him in to the trap of a prostitute.
He loved the lady so much; he could not leave her for a minute,
for her pleasure all his family wealth he did squander and loot.
When he became penniless and pauper,
the profane lady betrayed him and did not allow him to come nearer.
He begged and naggingly approached the woman,
at any cost to posses and please her was his only mission.
Ultimately she agreed to his persuasion,
she agreed to allow him around her if he would fulfill her condition.
as the condition she asked him to bring his mother’s lever for her dinner,
perhaps the perversive lady, practicing witchcraft had some motive ulterior.
The lusty man devoid of senses killed his mother,
tore open her body and took out her liver.
With mother’s lever he ran to the prostitute,
driven by fire of passion and lust, the man turned awful brute.
On the way he trampled over a stone and fell down,
The container with lever fell scattered all around,
While trying to get up from the ground,
he heard a caring and affectionate sound,
from his mother’s lever,
exactly similar to the tone of his mother.
“Are you well son? Are you not hurt?”
came the voice from his mother’s liver to give him the comfort.
“The road is too rough, rest for a while,
I am with you, walk carefully,”