People were crushing me from every side...
As the crowded bus jolted along on its bumpy ride...
Cursed was I to stand through the entire fare...
Enduring the stench of sweat, hot in the air...
As usual the men were sighting within eyesight range...
As usual the conductor was croaking, "I want only change"...
As usual the fat women were arguing for a seat...
As usual the youth were performing their footboard feat...
I stood like a statue amidst this crowd...
In fear and tension my heart beating loud...
Shivers were soaring up my spine like a rocket...
As I had my salary of 5000 rupees in my pocket...
Pickpockets were quite common in buses these days...
And so I eyed everyone with a suspicious gaze...
Especially my enemy, who stood a few paces in front of me...
I knew he was waiting for a chance to get back at me...
I imagined the consequences of losing the cash...
My wife throwing a clay pot at my head...Crash!!!
Five pots already broken in last five days...
With me ending up in hospital for five brief stays...
But for that, my wife I just cannot blame...
Its just that she is blessed with pretty good aim...
So I prayed to Lord Ganesha that if my money was secure...
For him nice, delicious rice cakes I shall procure...
It was then that I noticed a tall, dark man...
Who stood to my right, as close as he can...
Upon his face there played an evil grin...
He seemed most likely to have committed some sin...
So just to confirm, into my pocket I slowly slid my palm...
And upon groping around, I totally lost my calm...
The pocket was as empty as our CM's head...
I knew that today my wife will have me dead...
While I was thinking of flying pans and broken pots...
The tall, dark man smirked, as if he read my thoughts...
He was staring coldly, straight into my eyes...
And I gulped, as I knew my weak limbs wouldn't suffice...
This man had picked my pocket and knew I had found him out...
But why wasn't he moving was my only doubt...
Perhaps he was about to attack me with some secret weapon...
And escape out of the bus only then...
Not knowing what to do I just stood dumbstruck...
Due to fear, in my pocket, my hand lay stuck...
I was just beginning to plan retreiving my cash...
When all of a sudden, it all happened in a flash...
The dark man's howl stirred up a commotion...
As he caught my right hand in one smooth motion...
He shouted, "Pickpocket! Stop the bus! He's caught in the act!...
He's been trying for quite some time infact!"
The people around began to murmur, gossip and shout...
While I just blinked, thinking everyone's nut was totally out...
Only then I realised the cause of all this racket...
I had slid my hand not into mine, but into the other man's pocket...
No one was ready to accept that it was a mistake...
There was none to even argue for my sake...
The dark man went on, "He has stolen 1000 rupees from me. Phew!"
That his pocket had already been empty, I alone knew...
And so he cleverly milked from me a 1000 rupees...
Aha! What a nice way to earn money with ease...
Just then a voice, "Lets give him a sound thrashing! Join me!"
I turned around with a sinking heart to see it was my enemy...
The atmosphere within the bus grew stormy like the outside weather...
As all the passengers got menacingly together...
They didnt even care if for my act there was any proof...
Punches and kicks fell upon me like rain beating upon a roof...
Within moments, like Vadivelu, I was reduced to a pitiable plight...
In such acts of beating alone, Indians somehow seem to unite...
Splash! Into the gutter I fell as I was thrown out...
"Oye! Thanks a lot!" from the bus there came this shout...
Fumbling weakly, I stood up upon my legs...
And found my only good shirt had been torn to dregs...
Atleast I had 4000 rupees left...
Lord Ganesha never leaves me bereft...
Thinking so I searched my pocket but found no purse!
I have to manage the month with that necklace of hers...
When I was getting beaten, some pickpocket must have done his plot...
It must have been that rascal who shouted thanks a lot...
Now who will pay for extra injuries that my wife would make...
I wont give Lord Ganesha any more rice cake...
Thoughts of flying pots and a broken head made me sick...
But I told myself, "Cheer up! Your wife's on a double hattrick!"
When Gods Mistake...
Intro : In this poem, I have imagined myself to be one of the characters of the Hindu mythology. I have made a slight modification of the story as well...What I narrate here, could also have happened, who knows?? So read on and try to find out which character of the Hindu mythology I am...
Gracefully and softly, fell the faint drizzle...
Accompanied by the chill wind's mischievous whistle...
The silent trees around, held their breath...
Probably preparing to mourn the coming death...
The sky had turned a dark blue, dreary and bleak...
Quivering helplessly with every lightning streak...
Tremors of tension shook the moist land...
As I gripped tighter, the sword in my hand...
It dazzled with a pristine radiance of its own...
But in the thickening gloom, it wasn't alone...
Two menacing balls of fire gleamed before me...
They were the raging, hungry eyes of my enemy...
He stood with his golden sword drawn out...
Breathlessly waiting for me to begin the bout...
All his features looked so much like mine...
Starkly similar was each and every line...
Sturdy face, powerful arms, chin held high...
With a garland aroud his neck, I knew not why...
Once fearing my wrath, he had scuttled away...
But now he stood with resolve in my way...
He must have garnered some secret power...
But what it was, my mind couldn't uncover...
So, atlast he leapt forward with a bestial roar...
His sword swinging like the horns of a hungry boar...
Soon, the woods echoed with the crackling clangs of steel...
As each one of us slashed hard with zeal...
But, just once his defence was a bit too late...
And my sword slammed down upon his breastplate...
He slumped backwards onto the slimy ground...
Whining with pain, like a dying hound...
I held up my hands with a fiendish delight...
And howled, "No warrior can ever match Vaali's might!"
It was then, that the damned arrow struck me on my back...
And in that fleeting moment, all my vanity did crack...
The skies were split open, as deafening thunders rumbled...
For the first time in my life, all my strength crumbled...
But I slowly turned around, despite the burning pain...
To see whose arrow had me thus slain...
I wanted to see who the dastardly coward was...
Who had struck me from behind forgetting war ethos...
And lo! Upon whom should my gaze fall...
It was Lord Raam standing serene and tall...
In utter shock, my quivering lips did part...
The thunder struck not the sky, but my heart...
Spoke I, "Oh Lord! I have heard thou art noble and kind...
But why shoot me...that too from behind?"
Replied he, "I did this for Sugreev, my friend...
His sufferings had to be brought to an end"
"Vanity hath blinded your mind and life...
For you abducted your very own brother's wife...
And if for that sin, from behind slay thee I must...
Then I have indeed done nothing unjust..."
The Lord's words brought a weak smile on my face...
And I spoke slowly, as death darkened my gaze...
"The moment I banished Sugreev out of my land...
Within my palace, his wife wished not to stand..."
"She wished to go to her father, that very day...
And being like a brother to her, I didn't stand in her way...
But knowing not what truly happened...
Oh Lord! Thou had thine arrow sharpened...
Thou hast shot down an innocent man from behind...
When a god mistakes, justice, where shall I find?"
In an unrecorded historic moment, Lord Raam shut his eyes...
While bitter tears of guilt cascaded down, like crystals of ice...
From his right hand, dropped down his grand bow...
With sorrowful repentance, his head did bow...
The storm raging within his heart, I alone heard...
Alas! The only good man on earth had also erred...
And so, kneeling down before my semi-prostrate form...
He wept silently, holding my cold palm...
"Oh Lord! Do not cry, but be at ease...
For I forgive thee and go to rest in peace...
That I am innocent, only you and I know...
To the world, your mistake shall never show...
So let the people to come think that Vaali was bad...
That my own brother's wife abducted I had...
So let thine small mistake stain not thine glory...
For thou art the hero of this story...
Thou art the noble soul, whose praises the three worlds sing...
While I am after all, just another monkey king...
Your name shall come to dishonour never...
May this secret die with me forever..."
Thus, with a burning wound, a holy secret and a shattered trust...
I collapsed face down and kissed the dust...
Gracefully and softly, fell the faint drizzle...
Accompanied by the chill wind's mischievous whistle...
The silent trees around, held their breath...
Probably preparing to mourn the coming death...
The sky had turned a dark blue, dreary and bleak...
Quivering helplessly with every lightning streak...
Tremors of tension shook the moist land...
As I gripped tighter, the sword in my hand...
It dazzled with a pristine radiance of its own...
But in the thickening gloom, it wasn't alone...
Two menacing balls of fire gleamed before me...
They were the raging, hungry eyes of my enemy...
He stood with his golden sword drawn out...
Breathlessly waiting for me to begin the bout...
All his features looked so much like mine...
Starkly similar was each and every line...
Sturdy face, powerful arms, chin held high...
With a garland aroud his neck, I knew not why...
Once fearing my wrath, he had scuttled away...
But now he stood with resolve in my way...
He must have garnered some secret power...
But what it was, my mind couldn't uncover...
So, atlast he leapt forward with a bestial roar...
His sword swinging like the horns of a hungry boar...
Soon, the woods echoed with the crackling clangs of steel...
As each one of us slashed hard with zeal...
But, just once his defence was a bit too late...
And my sword slammed down upon his breastplate...
He slumped backwards onto the slimy ground...
Whining with pain, like a dying hound...
I held up my hands with a fiendish delight...
And howled, "No warrior can ever match Vaali's might!"
It was then, that the damned arrow struck me on my back...
And in that fleeting moment, all my vanity did crack...
The skies were split open, as deafening thunders rumbled...
For the first time in my life, all my strength crumbled...
But I slowly turned around, despite the burning pain...
To see whose arrow had me thus slain...
I wanted to see who the dastardly coward was...
Who had struck me from behind forgetting war ethos...
And lo! Upon whom should my gaze fall...
It was Lord Raam standing serene and tall...
In utter shock, my quivering lips did part...
The thunder struck not the sky, but my heart...
Spoke I, "Oh Lord! I have heard thou art noble and kind...
But why shoot me...that too from behind?"
Replied he, "I did this for Sugreev, my friend...
His sufferings had to be brought to an end"
"Vanity hath blinded your mind and life...
For you abducted your very own brother's wife...
And if for that sin, from behind slay thee I must...
Then I have indeed done nothing unjust..."
The Lord's words brought a weak smile on my face...
And I spoke slowly, as death darkened my gaze...
"The moment I banished Sugreev out of my land...
Within my palace, his wife wished not to stand..."
"She wished to go to her father, that very day...
And being like a brother to her, I didn't stand in her way...
But knowing not what truly happened...
Oh Lord! Thou had thine arrow sharpened...
Thou hast shot down an innocent man from behind...
When a god mistakes, justice, where shall I find?"
In an unrecorded historic moment, Lord Raam shut his eyes...
While bitter tears of guilt cascaded down, like crystals of ice...
From his right hand, dropped down his grand bow...
With sorrowful repentance, his head did bow...
The storm raging within his heart, I alone heard...
Alas! The only good man on earth had also erred...
And so, kneeling down before my semi-prostrate form...
He wept silently, holding my cold palm...
"Oh Lord! Do not cry, but be at ease...
For I forgive thee and go to rest in peace...
That I am innocent, only you and I know...
To the world, your mistake shall never show...
So let the people to come think that Vaali was bad...
That my own brother's wife abducted I had...
So let thine small mistake stain not thine glory...
For thou art the hero of this story...
Thou art the noble soul, whose praises the three worlds sing...
While I am after all, just another monkey king...
Your name shall come to dishonour never...
May this secret die with me forever..."
Thus, with a burning wound, a holy secret and a shattered trust...
I collapsed face down and kissed the dust...
Only Losers Win Wars...
The biting snowfall was heavy and thick...
To stand guard to the base camp today, I was the pick!
And so with my pet rifle held in my right hand…
Enduring the ruthless wind and snow, I did stand...
Constantly and cautiously, I surveyed with my eyes…
The vast valley of trees, in front of me, that was carpeted with ice…
Just a month ago I had joined the Defence Force…
And they had sent me here, to make me tougher and coarse…
In the beginning it was a little difficult for me…
To be living away from my fond family…
But soon I learnt to get along with my life…
With just a small photo of my cute son and my wife…
The very thought of them, brought a smile on my face…
And I adjusted my cap, as my mind ran to my native place…
But just then, all my senses buzzed like honeybees…
Because I had spotted some movement amidst the pine trees…
I stared hard and soon gasped in shock…
Because approaching our camp, was an enemy soldier flock…
I swiftly counted their number to be ten…
And then fired a shot into the air to alert our men…
But it will take our men at least ten minutes to reach this spot…
So until then, the enemy’s approach I had to somehow halt…
Thus, with a thumping heart, I lay down behind a boulder…
And took aim, with my rifle’s butt resting on my shoulder…
I fired but missed my target due to the snow storm…
And the enemies approached the camp, in a huge swarm…
I turned around but saw none of our men coming this way…
Which meant I had to single-handedly keep the enemies at bay…
Bullets were now being fired by the enemy…
But luckily all of them were missing me…
But with my rifle in hand, I stood rooted to my spot…
Because I had made up my mind to confront the whole lot…
I took out my family photo and had one last look…
For it was from their faces that courage I took…
The wind howled as I took a deep breath…
And I clasped my rifle tightly, ready to face death…
In my mind’s eye, I saw our tricolor flutter in a gentle wind…
And all of my veins fervently roared "Jai Hind!"…
Instantly, an enormous sense of power surged through me…
And I charged at the enemies, who were heading towards me…
Even amidst the piercing wind and blinding snow…
How I shot them down, I just didn’t know…
Hit by my passionate shots, 5 out of 10 went to the ground…
But alas! Two of their bullets had their target found…
One hit me savagely on my chest and the other on my thigh…
And I stumbled onto the snow, preparing to die…
After that what happened, I don’t really know…
But definitely to heaven, my soul did go…
There I was admiring God, but just then…
He asked me, "And why did you kill those five men?"
I replied, "Because they were enemies of my motherland!"…
"So…? Who gave the license to kill, in your hand?"…
I just couldn’t answer and asked God back…
"If I can’t kill them then what do I do when they attack?"
But God smiled and replied, "Just make them your comrade"…
"And all the enmity will just like that fade!"…
"One is a pal or a foe, only in the way you look at him..."
"If he is your enemy, the problem is in you, and not in him!"
I nodded my head, as I understood the message…
And God continued speaking in the tone of a sage…
"In this sin-filled world of today, I need at least one noble soul"…
"Who will consider, spreading my message, as his life’s goal!"…
"So, my son, may you be reborn on Earth, to spread my fame…"
"And let the whole world know, that Ramchander is your name…"
To stand guard to the base camp today, I was the pick!
And so with my pet rifle held in my right hand…
Enduring the ruthless wind and snow, I did stand...
Constantly and cautiously, I surveyed with my eyes…
The vast valley of trees, in front of me, that was carpeted with ice…
Just a month ago I had joined the Defence Force…
And they had sent me here, to make me tougher and coarse…
In the beginning it was a little difficult for me…
To be living away from my fond family…
But soon I learnt to get along with my life…
With just a small photo of my cute son and my wife…
The very thought of them, brought a smile on my face…
And I adjusted my cap, as my mind ran to my native place…
But just then, all my senses buzzed like honeybees…
Because I had spotted some movement amidst the pine trees…
I stared hard and soon gasped in shock…
Because approaching our camp, was an enemy soldier flock…
I swiftly counted their number to be ten…
And then fired a shot into the air to alert our men…
But it will take our men at least ten minutes to reach this spot…
So until then, the enemy’s approach I had to somehow halt…
Thus, with a thumping heart, I lay down behind a boulder…
And took aim, with my rifle’s butt resting on my shoulder…
I fired but missed my target due to the snow storm…
And the enemies approached the camp, in a huge swarm…
I turned around but saw none of our men coming this way…
Which meant I had to single-handedly keep the enemies at bay…
Bullets were now being fired by the enemy…
But luckily all of them were missing me…
But with my rifle in hand, I stood rooted to my spot…
Because I had made up my mind to confront the whole lot…
I took out my family photo and had one last look…
For it was from their faces that courage I took…
The wind howled as I took a deep breath…
And I clasped my rifle tightly, ready to face death…
In my mind’s eye, I saw our tricolor flutter in a gentle wind…
And all of my veins fervently roared "Jai Hind!"…
Instantly, an enormous sense of power surged through me…
And I charged at the enemies, who were heading towards me…
Even amidst the piercing wind and blinding snow…
How I shot them down, I just didn’t know…
Hit by my passionate shots, 5 out of 10 went to the ground…
But alas! Two of their bullets had their target found…
One hit me savagely on my chest and the other on my thigh…
And I stumbled onto the snow, preparing to die…
After that what happened, I don’t really know…
But definitely to heaven, my soul did go…
There I was admiring God, but just then…
He asked me, "And why did you kill those five men?"
I replied, "Because they were enemies of my motherland!"…
"So…? Who gave the license to kill, in your hand?"…
I just couldn’t answer and asked God back…
"If I can’t kill them then what do I do when they attack?"
But God smiled and replied, "Just make them your comrade"…
"And all the enmity will just like that fade!"…
"One is a pal or a foe, only in the way you look at him..."
"If he is your enemy, the problem is in you, and not in him!"
I nodded my head, as I understood the message…
And God continued speaking in the tone of a sage…
"In this sin-filled world of today, I need at least one noble soul"…
"Who will consider, spreading my message, as his life’s goal!"…
"So, my son, may you be reborn on Earth, to spread my fame…"
"And let the whole world know, that Ramchander is your name…"
The Examination Day...
With unbelieving wide open eyes…
As horror slowly took hold of me…
I stared without blinking twice…
At the question paper in front of me!
It all seemed complete nonsense…
Not a single answer I knew…
With every second I grew tense…
If only they had given some clue!
I cursed cruelly the paper setter…
And I wanted to tear the question paper…
Hey! Why waste it? It is better…
That I use it as toilet paper!
Thus, with a victorious smiling face…
I lay down on my desk to sleep…
Just then by luck or God’s grace…
At another student’s paper, I got a peep!
Eureka! I could see every answer…
As his writing was very neat…
And my pen glided like a dancer…
On my white answer sheet!
Never before in my past…
Had I ever written so much…
For my eyes and hands were really fast…
In copying everything as such!
Finally, to copy the last line…
I searched for a glimpse to catch…
But staring straight into the eyes of mine…
Was a dark black moustache!
"Oh, It is Veerappan!" I thought with thrill…
But no, I can’t be right…
Because it was my Principal…
Who had caught me in this plight!
Like a frozen statue I sat…
Not knowing what to say…
But he stared at me like an angry cat…
And I knew this was my last day!
It was then that it dawned on me…
That his nuts were actually loose…
And do you know what he asked me?
"Why haven’t you polished your shoes?"
Ha ha ha! I wanted to laugh out…
But I held myself back…
And mumbled something about…
The polish not being black!
He accepted my lame excuse…
And strode out of the room…
And my nervous heart it did enthuse…
For I was saved from doom!
On that day I did learn…
That copying is grossly wrong…
Because the good name that you earn…
Fades away like a song!
To not copy, is to be wise…
For in the long run it will help you…
But I may not follow this advice…
Coz it’s meant only for you!!!!!
As horror slowly took hold of me…
I stared without blinking twice…
At the question paper in front of me!
It all seemed complete nonsense…
Not a single answer I knew…
With every second I grew tense…
If only they had given some clue!
I cursed cruelly the paper setter…
And I wanted to tear the question paper…
Hey! Why waste it? It is better…
That I use it as toilet paper!
Thus, with a victorious smiling face…
I lay down on my desk to sleep…
Just then by luck or God’s grace…
At another student’s paper, I got a peep!
Eureka! I could see every answer…
As his writing was very neat…
And my pen glided like a dancer…
On my white answer sheet!
Never before in my past…
Had I ever written so much…
For my eyes and hands were really fast…
In copying everything as such!
Finally, to copy the last line…
I searched for a glimpse to catch…
But staring straight into the eyes of mine…
Was a dark black moustache!
"Oh, It is Veerappan!" I thought with thrill…
But no, I can’t be right…
Because it was my Principal…
Who had caught me in this plight!
Like a frozen statue I sat…
Not knowing what to say…
But he stared at me like an angry cat…
And I knew this was my last day!
It was then that it dawned on me…
That his nuts were actually loose…
And do you know what he asked me?
"Why haven’t you polished your shoes?"
Ha ha ha! I wanted to laugh out…
But I held myself back…
And mumbled something about…
The polish not being black!
He accepted my lame excuse…
And strode out of the room…
And my nervous heart it did enthuse…
For I was saved from doom!
On that day I did learn…
That copying is grossly wrong…
Because the good name that you earn…
Fades away like a song!
To not copy, is to be wise…
For in the long run it will help you…
But I may not follow this advice…
Coz it’s meant only for you!!!!!
Our True India...
Intro : This poem is about the various peculiarities of our country and its citizens...
Now I am a free bird, hope I am not shot...
Now I am a plastic bottle, thrown on the beach to rot...
Now I am a tree, I am born to be cut...
Now I am a car horn, I can't keep my mouth shut...
Now I am a television, I make people blind...
Now I am an official, "Sorry! I can’t be kind..."
Now I am a streetlamp, I am always fused...
Now I am a dustbin, I am rarely used...
Now I am Coca Cola, I can kill any pest...
Now I am a school, a perfect venue for physical rest...
Now I am a vegetable vendor, I don’t need a mike...
Now I am a government servant, I always go on strike...
Now I am a TV serial, I make women weep...
Now I am a politician, after elections I only sleep...
Now I am a movie, I am made just for fun...
Now I am Saurav Ganguly, I can’t score a run...
Now I am a water lorry, the cause of women wrestling...
Now I am a student, "Aaah! Why doesn’t the bell ring??!"
Now I am a pesticide, it’s humans that I kill...
Now I am a doctor, "Sir, first pay my bill..."
Now I am a signboard, I am always kept in a corner...
Now I am a lawyer, I only know "Objection, your Honour!"
Now I am a terrorist, I can give you free tickets to heaven!
Now I am a Cricket selector,"By inky pinky ponky I choose the eleven!"
Now I am Chennai, I never suffer from drought...
Now I am a policeman,"Yes!Yes!The culprits will soon be caught!"
Now I am a bus, I know not my path...
Now I am a perfume, people use me and don’t have bath...
Now I am a cell phone, I am stuck to the youngster’s ear...
Now I am the national flag, Wow! I am seen twice a year...
Now I am a weather forecast, have I ever been right?
Now I am the Parliament, the NATIONAL STADIUM for fight!
Now I am an Indian, satisfy me, you just cant!
Atlast, I am just a human, it’s peace that I want . . .
Now I am a free bird, hope I am not shot...
Now I am a plastic bottle, thrown on the beach to rot...
Now I am a tree, I am born to be cut...
Now I am a car horn, I can't keep my mouth shut...
Now I am a television, I make people blind...
Now I am an official, "Sorry! I can’t be kind..."
Now I am a streetlamp, I am always fused...
Now I am a dustbin, I am rarely used...
Now I am Coca Cola, I can kill any pest...
Now I am a school, a perfect venue for physical rest...
Now I am a vegetable vendor, I don’t need a mike...
Now I am a government servant, I always go on strike...
Now I am a TV serial, I make women weep...
Now I am a politician, after elections I only sleep...
Now I am a movie, I am made just for fun...
Now I am Saurav Ganguly, I can’t score a run...
Now I am a water lorry, the cause of women wrestling...
Now I am a student, "Aaah! Why doesn’t the bell ring??!"
Now I am a pesticide, it’s humans that I kill...
Now I am a doctor, "Sir, first pay my bill..."
Now I am a signboard, I am always kept in a corner...
Now I am a lawyer, I only know "Objection, your Honour!"
Now I am a terrorist, I can give you free tickets to heaven!
Now I am a Cricket selector,"By inky pinky ponky I choose the eleven!"
Now I am Chennai, I never suffer from drought...
Now I am a policeman,"Yes!Yes!The culprits will soon be caught!"
Now I am a bus, I know not my path...
Now I am a perfume, people use me and don’t have bath...
Now I am a cell phone, I am stuck to the youngster’s ear...
Now I am the national flag, Wow! I am seen twice a year...
Now I am a weather forecast, have I ever been right?
Now I am the Parliament, the NATIONAL STADIUM for fight!
Now I am an Indian, satisfy me, you just cant!
Atlast, I am just a human, it’s peace that I want . . .
Does History Repeat Itself??
My heart was beating fast and loud...
The bowler charged in with the support of the cheering crowd...
I had to hit 4 runs in one ball to win...
My palms were wet like a fish’s fin!
I told myself, "You are playing for your motherland!"
But my mind retorted, "What if the ball broke your hand?"
I shut my ears to what my mind said...
Hoping that after this ball I wouldn’t be dead...
The delivery was of very good length...
And I smashed the ball with all my strength...
And then I shut my eyes and hoped we had won...
While all other eyes followed the ball in unison...
After 2 painful seconds, I heard the fielders jubilantly shout...
Without even opening my eyes, I knew I was out...
But all this had happened 2 years before...
But the situation was the same today, Oh! What a bore!
It was the very same bowler as well...
And the very same crowd yelled "Batsman! You go to hell!"
It was the same delivery of good length...
And once again I smashed the ball with all my strength!
This time for a change, I began to run...
But within moments, I was wishing I hadn’t done what I had done!
Because right in the middle of the pitch, I tripped and fell...
How much my jaws ached I just couldn’t tell!
Due to my stupidity I had let down my team...
And I wished all this would be just a bad dream!
I slowly got up and dusted my shirt...
And applied some spit on my burning hurt...
Whatever happened next I couldn’t believe...
But my defeated heart it did relieve...
My teammates came running and lifted me off my feet...
I thought I had gone crazy due to the heat!
They happily screamed, "Yahoo! We have won the match!"
"Because that very same fielder dropped the catch!"
"Put me down! Put me down!" I said...
I still had one unanswered question in my head!
"But I didn’t complete even one run, then how……??"
"The fielder gave an overthrow for 4 runs that’s how!"
I was just relieved and congratulated myself...
Well, HISTORY DOES NOT ALWAYS REPEAT ITSELF !!!!!
The bowler charged in with the support of the cheering crowd...
I had to hit 4 runs in one ball to win...
My palms were wet like a fish’s fin!
I told myself, "You are playing for your motherland!"
But my mind retorted, "What if the ball broke your hand?"
I shut my ears to what my mind said...
Hoping that after this ball I wouldn’t be dead...
The delivery was of very good length...
And I smashed the ball with all my strength...
And then I shut my eyes and hoped we had won...
While all other eyes followed the ball in unison...
After 2 painful seconds, I heard the fielders jubilantly shout...
Without even opening my eyes, I knew I was out...
But all this had happened 2 years before...
But the situation was the same today, Oh! What a bore!
It was the very same bowler as well...
And the very same crowd yelled "Batsman! You go to hell!"
It was the same delivery of good length...
And once again I smashed the ball with all my strength!
This time for a change, I began to run...
But within moments, I was wishing I hadn’t done what I had done!
Because right in the middle of the pitch, I tripped and fell...
How much my jaws ached I just couldn’t tell!
Due to my stupidity I had let down my team...
And I wished all this would be just a bad dream!
I slowly got up and dusted my shirt...
And applied some spit on my burning hurt...
Whatever happened next I couldn’t believe...
But my defeated heart it did relieve...
My teammates came running and lifted me off my feet...
I thought I had gone crazy due to the heat!
They happily screamed, "Yahoo! We have won the match!"
"Because that very same fielder dropped the catch!"
"Put me down! Put me down!" I said...
I still had one unanswered question in my head!
"But I didn’t complete even one run, then how……??"
"The fielder gave an overthrow for 4 runs that’s how!"
I was just relieved and congratulated myself...
Well, HISTORY DOES NOT ALWAYS REPEAT ITSELF !!!!!
Truth Always Triumphs??
I was the world’s greatest liar till yesterday...
But I decided to speak the truth, only for today...
You all know what a tough task it is...
Especially for a man who is not used to doing this!
That day I saw a dark man, pick another man’s pocket...
He was caught in the act and there followed a racket...
Then the police officials arrived at the scene...
And asked, "Is there anyone by whom the act was seen?"
I had to speak the truth, so I raised my hand...
The cop walked up to me in a manner that was grand...
"Was the culprit this man whom you see?"
"Yes, sir. It was he!"
He was arrested without further interrogation...
But not before the culprit gave a mean stare in my direction...
The next day I went to the park to relax a bit...
And there looming before me was the angry culprit!
With all his power he punched my nose...
And my blood rushed out like water from a hose...
I groaned with pain and fell flat on the ground...
And he pounced on me like a hungry hound!
He beat me until he got tired...
And then pointed a pistol at me and fired...
Instantly, I went up to god in heaven...
And learnt that this had been my birth number seven...
"But, Lord! I still have a doubt!"
"Yes, my dear son! What is it about?"
"I had decided to speak the truth yesterday..."
"Then why was I brutally killed today?"
God replied, "Truth is a virtue only if practiced everyday…"
"You died because you spoke it only for a day…!"
But I decided to speak the truth, only for today...
You all know what a tough task it is...
Especially for a man who is not used to doing this!
That day I saw a dark man, pick another man’s pocket...
He was caught in the act and there followed a racket...
Then the police officials arrived at the scene...
And asked, "Is there anyone by whom the act was seen?"
I had to speak the truth, so I raised my hand...
The cop walked up to me in a manner that was grand...
"Was the culprit this man whom you see?"
"Yes, sir. It was he!"
He was arrested without further interrogation...
But not before the culprit gave a mean stare in my direction...
The next day I went to the park to relax a bit...
And there looming before me was the angry culprit!
With all his power he punched my nose...
And my blood rushed out like water from a hose...
I groaned with pain and fell flat on the ground...
And he pounced on me like a hungry hound!
He beat me until he got tired...
And then pointed a pistol at me and fired...
Instantly, I went up to god in heaven...
And learnt that this had been my birth number seven...
"But, Lord! I still have a doubt!"
"Yes, my dear son! What is it about?"
"I had decided to speak the truth yesterday..."
"Then why was I brutally killed today?"
God replied, "Truth is a virtue only if practiced everyday…"
"You died because you spoke it only for a day…!"
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