GIFT OF LIFE

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Life a wonderful gift given by god,
Realized when an event happened–very odd.
A day when I bunked the school,   

Went with my friends, making myself a fool.

To the nearby river to take a bath,

Who knew I had to face the river’s wrath?
Trying to swim in the water, known only to a few

Enjoying the moment and cool wind that blew.
Current of water in the river was slow and steady,

With the desire to learn swimming,I was ready.
Then, I suddenly started to drown in the depth of river,
My friends when seeing me started to shiver.
I started moving my legs and hands very fast,
It was useless, I felt overcome, but I had to last!
I cried in a loud, forceful tone, “Save me!”
I started to feel unconscious, unable to see.
When I opened my eyes, I felt myself at the brink
I was amazed, dumbfounded, unable to think

Friends told me I was saved by a villager boy,

I thanked him expressing feelings of joy.

I had never seen my death so near,
We went home in a mood of cheer.
This became a horrible day that I won’t forget,

But from parents, it was a secret kept.

                           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)