Childhood Sin Poem by Chris Prabu

When I was 10
I went to a small grocery shop,
Ran by a desperate widow.
I gave her RS 10
For my greens and beans.
But, she gave me RS90
By mistook as she thought I gave RS 100
In that busy business hour.


I fled from the spot in second
And not returned
For a week long period.
I spent almost RS 80
And had a last note of RS 10.
Finally, I went back to that shop
When I entered, she was so cautious
And asked me about that RS 90


I've frozen as an iceberg
And my heart's rhythm shoot up ever.
But, she was certain,
It was me who fled with that RS 90
She threatened and then pleaded
To confess my mischievous act.
But, my guilty and dirty mind
Refused and somehow managed her.


Now, that woman turned enough old
And upgrade her shop.
I, become a young teacher
And teach about moral to students.
She doesn't know who am I
But I still feel guilty before her.
My sly sin follows me
Like a cart behind the bullock.