Birthmarks- An Evidence of Reincarnation

I fully remember my earlier life completely as a man People of my village used to call me Phony Who was killed with a shot gun fired at close range. The reason was I made a pretty girl pregnant. There’s a party with masks and horrid dresses A girl extended her hand, took a walk on a lake Saw an old house not lived in for many years. We had it all the house, nothing could stop us. After a few months, whispers went around about An unmarried girl with round tummy gifted with a child But I could detect her because of a mole on her upper lip. Before I could see her, some people shot me dead. I still bear array of birthmarks tallying a gunshot blasts. I often visit the village in this life and often see the woman With the mole and her son exactly a carbon copy of Phony. +++++++ June 26, 2014 Form : Free Verse Dr. Ram Mehta Fourth Place Win Contest: Past lives by Carolyn Devonshire