The Chaos Theory
Captured in the closet of
Cruelty chases chaste childhood's chimera,
The Carcinogenic scoundrels cage creditable competitors,
The Corrupt crumple and confiscate the candour
The Civilization's crutches are scarcely concealed,
Confusion and conflict clang the Church's chimes.
Its high time to
Pull back the curtain of change covered over the casement of chaos to corroborate the
Cognitive cognizance over confusion,
Confidence over cynical climate,
Courage over the cowardice.
Two consonant facades of the same coin,
Chaos creates a conspicuous change....
Image: illustration 2014 by jpbohannon
She asked her not to wear those skimpy shorts
Or give that glance ,coquettish of sorts.
She warned her against trusting a stranger
Ohh! She got collywobbles raising a teenager.
A strict no to the late night bashes
A decree to minimize the mascara on those incipient lashes.
"Let me know if you had the hots for someone"
"Facts of life you should know from me, your mum".
She tied the lass to her apron strings
And kept a watchful eye over her growing wings.
But soon there was a drastic change in the little lady's form
Was it the silence before the storm.
The leaves of the young tree started withering in the wind
Nervous hands of clock ticked when she thought her daughter could have sinned.
As she dug deep to find the nugget of truth
Hot on the trail ,like a shrewd sleuth.
Unable to bear the pain her daughter confided in her
She stopped dead in tracks after learning the truth, one after another
No, it was neither the stranger
Nor the teenager from the adjoining manger
Facing the truth,her world came down to shambles
On learning both had lost their virginity to the same man with whom they lit the daily candles.
She was struck by a fate worse than death
Thinking of her husband who would father his own child's child,she fell short of breath.
"Is being molested loss of virginity?
"No", she said, "as my child has not yet lost her purity"