Suspicion and Shirts
Truth will Shine
Mom, there's friends party at C.P.
I want to put on that pink sweat shirt.
Her eyes sparkled, bright with glee,
Hugged my daughter her mom tight.
Child, I ransacked the home so hard,
The purple one also, I found not out.
I would've kept them in the wardrobe,
Anxious, my wife hunted left and right.
The child despaired, tears rolled down,
Swift how her dresses vanished away !
In the market, ravaged she all shops,
Sweet selections then came her way !
Mom, see again, might have forgotten,
Kid, I washed and in veranda hanged.
Maybe strong winds swept them away,
Or coveted someone and now adorned.
Mom, such splendid outfits were they !
Stared why anyone, thought of her own ?
True ! some guys are a dishonest lot,
We shouldn't trust them, how they steal !
Why someone found but not returned ?
How dared touch them, thought to wear !
All words I heard, turned doubtful of guys,
How much we fretted froth and smear !
New shirts the child got, had her calm,
Time moved on,she forgot the favorites.
Ambivalence but the minds didn't erase,
Guys in our pride,we doubted endless.
One day visited our flat lent on a rent,
A packet the tenant lady gave to me.
Seems your daughter forgot her shirts,
Such fine dresses and a cute choice.
Recall, we gathered at our vacant flat,
Child, this packet you left in your haste.
We should think before we raise a finger,
Truth ever takes long to show its face.
The Mind's ways when cloud our senses,
Dark we see everything and abhor in vain.
Never in haste should we go to fake summit,
Be patient, truth shall reveal it and shine !