by Vedant Karne
I opened my eyes,
I was surprised
To notice trees and bushes
Along my footsteps.
Wait, what? From where did they come?
This unknown place seemed to succumb.
The sky was cloudy, and it was a little dark —
This mysterious site lit an anonymous spark.
I saw mist which stood in my front.
I walked through it & had to confront
A small cottage under a tree’s shade,
Which seemed old and delicately made.
I heard voices as I gazed at it,
Thousands of memories entangled as I observed it.
I walked on a road that led to that house,
Just then, a toucan from a tree aroused.
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It shook some water drops on my face,
But my eyes were mesmerized by the house’s grace.
I walked into that house which seemed so familiar,
It pulled me in — I found myself in its interior.
Just then, lightning struck outside in the sky,
A shadow came alive and seemed to pass by.
Oh — it was a small boy, innocent yet sad,
Who stared at me and calmly said:
“You did gain enough wealth and money,
But you’ve become mean and are no more funny.
You are no more innocent and carefree,
You’ve become a selfish greedy being —
One who only wants money.”
That boy really opened my eyes,
Which were blindfolded for so many years
By jealousy, greed, and avarice —
I realized it, and broke into tears.
But now I’ve seen the truth of life,
And defeated the avarice that held a knife
At my neck — it could’ve killed me
In mind, in soul, in morality.
Now, I’ve become a free man who is kind,
Generous, selfless, and behaves nicely —
With every kind.
— Vedant Karne
