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 all flat,
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 might have got clothes washed.
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 dare touch them, thought to wear !
All words I heard, turned doubtful too ,
How much we fretted froth and smear !
New shirts she got, had her peace,
Time moved on, she forgot everything.
Ambivalence the minds didn't erase,
Guys in our mind doubted ceaseless.
One day visited our flat lent on 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.
Think before we raise a finger of doubt,
Truth sure 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 doubt any one,
Be patient, truth shall reveal it and shine !
© Harish Mamgain