"Shyam, You killed all of my sons, I hate you, Not even one of my son is alive,"
It was dead of night,
Shyam looked sad he looked at the sorrowful women, whose hair were white as snow.
Her body looked lifeless,
He looked at her and said "I am sorry"
Sorry?
How dare you,
You would have atleast let one of my son live,
I had seven sons,
Now,
None of them lives,
Can you comprehend the pain of seeing all of your children die before your eyes?
Can you comprehend to unable to kill the person who destroyed your womb,
Oh Shyam, you are the crulest man I have ever seen,
So hence forth, I curse you,
You will die alone like me, there will be no-one to mourn your death,
You will be hated by your entire clan and no one shall help you in need, you will die a dog death and will have fate worse then animals,
All of your wifes will die,
They will suffer like me seeing their children die,
Oh, Lord of Destruction, If I have really served you with my all heart then give me power to make this curse in reality,
And at that moment a black colured ring entred Shyam body,
Shyam looked still the same but now his eyes looked life less,
He looked at her and said "You really are cruel"
But he smiled and said "This shall too pass and I forgive you old lady"
Lady fell to her knees and started crying and said in sorrowful voice "What have I done?"
She finally understood the weight of the curse she has given,
She looked at Shyam and said "I know my children were on wrong but why didnt you took them in your side and instead killed them? Why didnt you do that?
Shyam laughed and said "They all were your children, you are asking me this question? Have you forgotten your eldest child was my best friend. Oh lady, It is your fault for pampering them so much"
The ancients say becareful of four things, Fire, disease, enemy and un-attended children
You are the grand queen of the southern kingdom but have you ever stopped your son?
Your son once raped a maid but you didnt said anything thinking it was just a maid,
It was her honor able to serve your son,
Isn't that right?
A slave is not worth it,
But you didnt thought about how my son's character became like this?
Did you?
You never thought that if he can rape once he can do it again,
The old lady looked at Shyam in anger and said "What do you mean?"
Is it my fault that I couldnt raise my children properly?
Shyam could only nod,
And old lady also said nothing because she knew the truth deep down,
It was never Shyam fault,
It was her fault,
Sagar thought 'Like Shyam, I am also the cause of my family demise, So all I can say is This shall too pass,'