The Chosen One

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A mother’s prayers answered, a child was born.
To his welfare and well-being, she was sworn.

Looking at her unique creation, she was charmed.
When he touched her softly, her heart warmed.


Beautiful, adorable and having skin so mild,
He was the proud mother’s most special child.


Of the many children, he was her favourite son.
He received extra care; he was the ‘Chosen One’.


She gave him everything she had with smiles.
Love, food, water and shelter of many miles.

Although she loved all her daughters and sons.
Yet, was more the mother of the Chosen One’s.

A remarkable, loving, caring and doting mother.
She only thought of her brood and none other.


To prepare for challenges in life ahead, that lay.
She protected and provided them in every way.

Infants became kids and aware of their mother.
She always fed them, from an ever full udder.


A mother so good, any child would have, rather.
The kids never knew & never missed the father.


Playing in the fields, they started growing fast.
Many things to play with, in an estate so vast.


They were all talented, and amazingly skilled.
Swam, jumped or ran at speeds that thrilled.


The Chosen One had a talent, the mother noted.
Though the youngest, every one He dominated.


The mother realised the Chosen One had arrived.
When many grave accidents, He easily survived.


Even stronger bond developed between the both.
As emotionally too, he showed superior growth.


Like a typical mother, she had nurtured a dream.
Beautiful grandchildren perpetuating her being.


Happy family for generations, all she could see.
But Little did she know, it was not going to be.


A little older, the One once to win a tough race.
Kicking his brothers, he fell & scarred his face.


The mother saddened, the chosen one had flaw!
If she could, his lovely face, she would redraw.


She thought time would make the scar vanish.
She could not bear to see on Him any blemish.


Sometimes later, watching him break her rules.
She let Him carry on, even as he used tools.


As He turned a teen, cause of more anxiety.
“Cruel, mean and selfish”, cried the society.


She shrugged it off, as growing years’ plot.
For Him she had strong love and a weak spot.


Mother was ecstatic, her brood had expanded.
Still, the best from her, only He commanded.


As time went by, things kept on changing.
Some were good, some not so encouraging.


Soon, came an event, no one really observed.
His facial features, just a little bit, had curved.


As His own body set upon itself, to re-arrange.
He felt from deep within, an oncoming change.


His face became larger, as He grew in height.
Did He grow so much or just stood upright?


More changes were happening, altering Him.
Some occurred externally, some from within.


His head grew larger as His hands and feet.
All His elder brothers, He could now defeat.


A strange cunning appeared in gentle eyes.
His cute facial features, heading for demise.


The mother noticed one day, her heart broke.
The voice of the One, was starting to croak.


She prayed for the best, even herself trying.
Her love and care, unaffected and undying.


The process continued, as His body expanded.
More of everything He needed, He demanded.


He too resented His body in a new formation.
The process set-in for complete transformation.


His Skin knotted at many places, like thorns.
Then He felt His skull, pierced by tiny horns.

Huge paws, pointy ears and long sharp teeth.
His conversion into a monster now complete.


The mother despaired at Her son’s physique.
But still loved him, even as a nature’s freak.


She often thought fondly of His younger days.
When He first walked and His innocent plays.


Head held high, hallucinating and in a rush.
Under his feet, his siblings he would crush.


Mother’s pet no more, what had He become.
It was just the beginning of things to come.


His colossal mass, always demanding food.
She kept feeding him, and the rest of brood.


The mother worked overtime, to keep all fed.
Worried about future, but no tears she shed.


Eventually came a time, so far unthinkable.
To feed her children, the mother was unable.


His hunger was feeding on him causing pain.
Making him beg and steal and driving insane.


After the unthinkable came the unimaginable.
To survive and grow, He turned into a cannibal.


She kept on loving him; giving all she could.
How can a mother’s heart be really understood?


His brothers & sisters ran from him in a bid
To save their lives, got scattered away and hid.


She almost got trampled herself, she knew.
She was just a speck, from His point of view.


Running around amok for anything edible.
Tiny child to Titan wild, change so incredible.


Not finding enough to feed, made him irate.
He left house to explore the rest of the estate.


Digging, cutting, sweeping His way through.
Serious obstacles in his way were very few.


He noticed, feeding freely, now omnivorous.
The estate had no fences making it porous.


He fed happily for years, a mother’s lost baby.
One word defined Her entire world ‘maybe’.


Maybe the clock will reverse, time will change.
Maybe He will call for her leaving the estrange.


Maybe, He will become normal & come home.
Maybe the family will not see Him as a gnome.


Whenever everything at a place the One ate.
He Moved on to unexplored parts of the estate.


Things to eat aplenty, and at every new place.
He would feed for years, defecate and deface.


Then He would move to an uncharted location.
Making it, for many more years, His destination.


He kept devouring everything at a fast pace.
But the estate was not going to lose the race.


Figuring he could keep eating and move on.
No one to restrain him, no one looking on.


He kept eating for what seemed like forever.
Forgetting he had a purpose in life, however.


He did think of his mother, he broke her heart.
But was unable to help it, from the very start.


In a far corner, She had gathered herself back.
Some children returned home and life on track.


She still loved Him and until the very end.
She forgot her son, she couldn’t pretend.


She had blamed herself for His form and fate.
And wanted him back, gently opening the gate.


Far from her, the monster started to dance.
Now forgetting everything, as if in a trance.


More at a faster rate, he started to consume.
Would he become normal, or see his doom.


Setting for a new site, for the first time ever.
The monster got scared which he was never.


He realised, dejected, that he was not alone.
He could no longer call the estate his own.


It had been broken-in and invaded by outsiders.
Out to eat all the provisions and the providers.


A sight he could not believe could be true.
It was what hit him like a bolt from the blue.


So as not to be seen, he pulled himself away.
As a column of gigantic figures came his way.


Millions of monster steps making earth shake.
Approaching ever closer, as a swirling snake.


They were bigger and meaner by their sight.
He saw one kill and eat another after a fight.


When they came closer, a look sank his heart.
It almost froze in an attack, needing a restart.


He was really scared, but what made him grim.
Was the fact that everyone looked just like him.


Unable to believe his eyes, standing still as a line.
Sight of himself, sending a chill down his spine.


To finish off a delinquent son using new litter.
Perhaps the revenge of a mother hurt & bitter.


Has sibling rivalry got such bizarre proportions?
Did his brothers and sisters copy his distortions?


The monsters manners turning meek and mellow.
Unsure if to hide or to step ahead and say ‘hello’.


Controlling both his visible fear and invisible rage.


He decided to lie low, and situation to better gauge.


He learnt with time that they were not a big troupe.
Fighting with each other, there was many a group.


Realising they must not be ones his mother sent.
Made him feel better and at the same time repent.


However, It did not help lessen his unholy feeling.
That on his own estate, he was living by stealing.


Yet another mortal fear soon upon him was cast.
As he realised, his stealing was not going to last.


With so many feeding, the food will soon run out.
Nothing to conceal or steal, all will die; no doubt.


For his mother and siblings, he spared a thought.
Their poor lives, with more danger, were fraught.


But what could he do to prevent the inevitable?
To fight and win his adversaries, he was unable.


His cunning started working, he started to think.
If only in the formidable foe, he found any chink.


But the ones he could take on and kill were none.
And slaying them all was easier said than done.


He spent several years stealing food and hiding.
With time, it became more strenuous, surviving.


Once a huge monster, he found, stood in his way.
And did not find, any chance of him getting away.


Faced with a prospect that he could soon be dead.
He threw a rock at the monster; crushing his head.


The monster was dead below, the One was elated.
It seemed key to a lasting survival, he had created.


The weapon, available in plenty and easy to use.
He decided to go for winning the war, and no truce.


He started killing his big enemies in full measure.
Seeing the splattered brains and deriving pleasure.


Exerting his new power, he even made some allies.
Swearing loyalty to him, they went back in disguise.


Soon the number of enemies was fast declining.
And more of the enemies with him were aligning.


Sensing prospects that his desolation soon ends.
He started designing plans to finish all his friends.


Resting on a hilltop one day, he got a rude shock.
He heard a bang and saw a crater made by a rock.


Some of his trusted allies had leaked his secret.
Treacherous minds shall, treachery always beget.


Numerous monsters had him totally surrounded.
Bugle of the war to finish him they had sounded.


He jumped onto the valley below, started to run.
Not helping his cause, shining was a bright Sun.


The earth under his feet caught in a wild vibration.
A huge rock nearly missed him and his salvation.


Stunned, he looked around for any kind of shelter.
There was none, he started running helter-skelter.


A rock thrown at him missed by a stroke of luck.
As he fell down in a ditch, just in time could duck.


His situation now even more perilous, he cried.
“Help me mother” as pulling himself out he tried.


The mighty monster turned a child for a moment.
Will mother’s blessings save him from the torment?


He extricated himself out, avoiding more attacks.
And started running on what seemed like tracks.


Faint memories of time gone by started appearing.
Seeing his mother & her lullabies he was hearing.


He recognized the tracks, from time he was small.
He made them walking daily on grass thick & tall.


Young, he ran on this track with uninhibited joy.
A caring mother and family made him a happy boy.


Now scurrying for life, like a dazed, scared mouse.
He was running towards his own mother’s house.


The monsters in pursuit, projectiles advancing.
All through, on his head death was dancing.


Some rocks grazing him, some falling in front.
Burly monsters pressing on behind him in hunt.


He threw a rock back and struck one of them down.
Still running, hoping to disappear, looking around.


He was reaching near the home his mother lived.
Whose dreams for him, he had made short-lived.


Stung by a massive pain as a rock struck his leg.
They wouldn’t grant him life even if he were to beg.


Murder on everyone’s mind, without any cause.
Writhing in pain and running with a limp he was.


Looking back for a moment made him more morose.
Coming from three sides they were now very close.


Closer home, situation turned graver, scenario dim.
No hope of his tiny mother and siblings saving him.


His body twisted, a rock struck breaking his spine.
“Save your sinner son, O great mother of mine!”.


She saw all and heard all, but was utterly helpless.
Her heart went out for him but she had to confess.


For the rest of her children, She now more cared.
Little, innocent souls, running all around scared.


The estate was in shambles, scarred everywhere.
A great and noble mother, now a picture of despair.


How long could he avoid it, came a deafening boom.
Time stood still. His head had split. It was the doom.


A rock had struck his head, more were on the way.
His knees wobbling and his body began to sway.


His brothers and sisters stopping; looking up high.
Their lifelong tormentor seemed one with the sky.


A shadow engulfing them specter easy to comprehend.
His body was on an uncontrollable downward descend.


Run as they may, pray as they may, be as they may be.
Some of them may get away but all could never flee.


He fell with a loud thud trapping his many a sibling.
Children of a mother lying lifeless, blood dribbling.


No sooner they stopped rejoicing after killing the one.
They started fighting one another, their unity undone.


As the monsters found one another to continue fight.
Some surviving siblings came back in moon lit night.


Looking all around and under, they shrieked and fled.
Trapped under his own son’s body lay a mother dead.


When nuclear weapons rained, It was a day in future.
With gluttony & greed, man killed his mother nature.


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