The Little Oedipus

In the middle of the bed

The little hero plunged in like a front liner

Between the precious space

His father and mother shared,

And his growing leg pushed his father

Inches away

Claiming the little territory.

As mother was undressing and dressing

He stood at the room door

And refused the admission of his father

To enter in.

"Amma's changing!"

The Monday morning rush

And the father's muscular hands,

Pulled aside the little fellow

And gave a tiny spank on his buttocks.

This great insult

Caused the loss of his puerile campaign

And his childish heart withdrew.

His searching little heart found its new kingdom,

Mother's younger; his dearest aunt.

Springs and summers

Of cheerful mornings and playful evenings

Offered the fragile little heart

The pride of being the aunt's sweetheart.

And then one fine decorated day,

He saw his aunt seated with a new ring in her finger,

Near a charming man

Who was introduced to him as "Uncle!"

His tiny thought taught him the reality.

His tensed heart was feeling the loss already.

In the troublesome days that followed

He fell asleep and woke up hugging this aunt tight.

Next visit of this so-called uncle

Resulted in playful violence,

Which surprised even the engaged aunt.

The young and clueless uncle

Was first pointed by a kitchen knife,

And then shot by the toy AK 47.

Uncle was kicked by those little legs

Without anyone's knowledge,

And was refused of any chances

To establish a healthy kinship

With the little king.

Slowly his little heart gave him the introduction

And he made himself withdrawn from violence.

The loud childish cries of his childhood thoughts

Were hidden behind his cheek-filled smiles,

And a vacant heart,

Would refuse even a little hug,

From mother or aunt.

There was more.

Somewhere in the corner of his heart

He found his new empire to be

Within the young, sweet and caring teacher

At his nursery.

She was the most gracious woman

And the lady of grandeur for him.

One by one,

The fresh and beautiful roses

Were plucked and brought

From the blooming bushes at home.

He became a daily topic for the teacher

To share with her newly married hubby

In the daily night chats.

The little one became the teacher's adorable

And her hubby's favourite.

She had plenty of selfies with her little hero,

And her phone was freely given

For the little one's liberty.

And even there,

Few hubby-wifey selfies went missing,

Deliberately deleted by these little techy fingers,

And she had to move the rest to a hidden folder.

She adored him and he was her little prince.

They would share even a very little smile.

They needed each other, every other day.

She was the little one's

Childhood Dream Lady!

But one fine day, the teacher waved goodbye.

She was nearing the peak of her maternity,

But she continued to dream of a little one,

In heart, body and wit like her little prince.

Twin decades passed by,

And the young man fell in love.

Was on his way to visit her parents,

To be introduced by her, by name,

And declare to them his love for her.

The doorbell rang,

The doors opened with smiles.

And his childhood dream lady,

Now decades older,

Stood with surprise!

And his sweet lover,

Half a decade younger,

Stood in the middle of those familiar faces

He had seen decades ago

In the selfies.