DAYDREAMER

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Sitting in the class with open eyes,
With relentless truth and no blatant lies.
Pretending to understand every word,
Even though I find it quite absurd.
Naughty mind wandering outside,
Studies seem to be tougher than suicide.
Watching the birds sitting on a tree,
And dreaming “that’s where I want to be”
Listening to their melodious voice,
Because for me that is a better choice.
I am searching out some chances,
To escape from boring lectures and classes.
Dreaming about a world of fantasy and fairy,
As mentioned in my personal diary.
A world of happiness and joy,
Where there is no one to annoy.
Looking front, back, left and right,
In a search of some wonderful sight.
Struggling to pass time,
When noticed by the professor, acted like a mime.
Staring the girl sitting next,
Busy writing the book’s text.
by KAMLESH ORAON

FEELING OF GUILT

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A day when I acquired a new asset,  a day that I will not forget,

 A day when I destroyed my moral compass, only left with regret

I took a friend’s phone left on the desk,  a horrible mistake made by me,

I took a friend’s phone left on the desk, when there was no one else to see!   

I tried to give it back but my mind changed a bit,

then further thought and decided,”Why not keep it?”

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Returning to the hostel, everyone busy searching there,  I saw rushing all around,

peering into every room– hoping that the phone would be found.

Frightened by seeing faces with fury,

I managed to hide it in a hurry

When I went to the friend to take a look,

whose phone I willingly took.

I saw his sorrow and pale face,

I felt from inside a feeling of disgrace.

Realizing that I have made a big mistake,

I said to myself, “I am not a friend but a fake.”

A burden of stress started to build, feeling pains of guilt,

I decided to give it back, and take leave of this dishonest quilt!

But I had no courage to return the stolen goods in front of everyone!

I wrote a letter of apology to him, my honesty a bastian.

             confessing my fault and asking for forgiveness,

I placed it with the phone in his room, amid the midnight  darkness.  

  In the morning I saw his feeling of joy,

His finding of what was lost and not destroyed

Then I felt relief from within,

and so sorry for my sin

so sorry for being host,

of wrong and selfish thoughts…almost!

 by
KAMLESH ORAON

(Actually my phone was taken and returned a day after with the name unknown)