After Thought

After Thought

There he sat under the fig-tree
Looking shabby, dressed in rags
Sending his eyes everywhere
To find a sign of hope somewhere.
“Cruel fate!” he murmured
With all the agony in his heart
Nothing fresh, the world seemed dull
Life, as a repeating process.
He longed for a difference
“I’m fed up!” he said again
Wondering about the plan
That almighty had for him.
“I’m your creation,
So, let me enjoy the best things in life
Which are free of cost?”
He pleaded to the Almighty.
A fig fell on his head
He grabbed it and ate it
Then fell many
He ate them all
To his heart’s content.
“May be this is a sign of blessing”
He had second thoughts
And thought about,
The greener brighter side of life
And of being an optimist.
“God loves everyone”,
He said calmly
As his train of thoughts
Had come to a stop.

Poem by: Shalu Liz Joseph,St. Teresa’s College