Went out as usual
To the football ground
To burn out extra calories
Health his main concerned worries.
Played with vigour;
Let loose all the fury abhor....
Time to return-
Changed in the locker cavern.
Paralyzed with shock!
Missing the mobile locked!
The store - device of datas and contacts...
Chill of shiver with frenzy attacked.
Searched the ground panicking;
Maybe at home angling...
Hope of all hopes foam....
Optimistically distressed searched at home.
Berserk but hope bound..
He went back to the ground..
Place a call to his mobile chanced.
Exhilarated when answered.
A man's voice assuring.
He raced to collect ensuring-
His prized possession -His part
Held it close to his heart.
Gratitude overflowing...
Thanked the heavenly messenger going....
Prayers of his near one
He reasoned for the miracle done.
Went home relaxed but exhausted..
Optimized that all is not lost..
There is still humanity reigning..
Few blessed ones sustaining!
To salvage the ship of the world..
From drowning in immoral activities,
Goodness, Faith and Love....
To ascertain the future sure.
Losing a mobile is quite puzzling as we are likely to lose a lot of data, painfully collected through months or years! When it is recovered, we feel such delight! If somebody out of his good will finds it and returns it back to us, we feel so thankful to them...... Yes, there is still goodness lingering in men..... and there are many willing to help us in our trouble....... All is not lost ! ! Enjoyed!
Yes, there are good samaritans around to keep the world healthy and going. Good poem. Enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world might not be as good as it ever was, but there are still good people in it. Nicely done.