Greed
GREED
While cutting woods beside river strand,
axe of an wood cutter slipped from hand
and fell into stream.
Then, he had to scream
on such a big loss, too tough to stand.
Angel appeared out of the river.
Being kind, asked, what was the matter.
He was lamenting
‘My axe is missing.’
Angel assured to search in water.
Angel again came with axe of silver.
‘Is it yours? I have found from river.’
‘No Sir. This is fine,
but cannot be mine.
Oh! Ill luck. I lost that forever.’
Next, Angel appeared with axe of gold.
‘Is it yours?’ He casually told.
‘No. This is not mine.
I can’t imagine,
axe of gold to be built and sold.’
At last by Angel real axe was brought.
Delighted wood cutter thanked a lot.
Gold axe came as prize,
Great and grand surprise
The lesson of honesty was taught.
One cunning wood man heard the story,
dropped axe into water in hurry,
started loud laments.
Within few moments,
Angel appeared, ‘Why are you sorry?’
‘Sir, in deep water my axe is lost.’
‘Silver and gold axes, I have got’.
Angel showed the pair.
‘Which is yours? My Dear.’
‘Gold axe is mine.’ His answer was prompt.
‘Liar! Simple honesty you do lack!
Greed has painted your mind and heart black.
Gold, you cannot own.
You have lost your own.
You do not deserve to get that back.’
Syllable count 9 9 5 5 9
02/27/17
Fable Contest by Nayda Ivette Negron
Second Place
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2017
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