A hangman

They say I am the one who gives the

Ticket to hell actually...to end the life

of a convict who has crossed the limits

of the quota of his sins......

I have the job to send the criminals to hell

Murdering serious convicts by hanging them

Till their neck breaks and death comes in

less than a second..........

From the other side you feel I am

Doing a noble job, helping the society

But in my mind I do feel among the criminals

I have hanged, there may be an innocent man

There may have been somebody who is not

an actual murderer, his circumstances provoked him to kill

He would have been rewarded if he was an army-man or a policeman

He may not have been deserved to be on my list

To forget this after every killing I drink and they pay me a lot

for each execution I make....and they are sure with the knot I make

the neckbone will surely break

But inside my heart everyday I cry......I say sorry to god

For the sins I make by killing somebody I have not known

relying on the judge's decision who sits on the high chair of law

to give a verdict based on facts......................

but he himself cannot deny that the facts are always right

so this always creates a confusion in my mind

To ensure one is dead at one shot....to tie the knot i use

all my expertise and put butter to make it smooth

and cover the face with the black cloth

I kill as i have to kill not really for the society

but for my bread.....but in reality

I fear one day I will be haunted by someone

Who was wrongly convicted and for me was actually dead