I Regret To Be Part Of This Play! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar
I Regret To Be Part Of This Play!
I regret some where in my heart
Where I was too beautifully trapped to play
I never wanted to play this character
But time forced me into it.
I realised it too late my dear
For I never knew the consequence of the play
I can just tell please do forgive me.
As I was given a role to play.
Next time I will be careful
But I am sure again time will trap me and tide will swipe me.
A pleasant boy at the cash counter
Alone he was doing all the work of collecting cash and packing it.
Just then he entered all my purchases
But since I lost my payback card
He insisted me go for card renewal
First I denied, later on his request I agreed
Meanwhile the purchases entered were one less and he re entered it
One lady stood at the back and asked him to make her bill
Another man horned only one man at the cash counter
I left out and made on my way in rickshaw
Just then he phoned and ask my new card nos.
I said I can give only reaching home in half hour
To my bad luck or may be his, my phone got switched off!
On reaching home I called at the number he called
I thought he would pick up
Unknowingly it reached the customer care nos.
They called me back and took my nos.
I realised that later
I felt guilty I went next day again to counter all the way long
Boy was not there I told girl at counter to tell sorry and asked
I hope nothing happened to him
I felt sorry as some where he may have lost job for his silly mistake he did
Time trapped him well from all sides,
I felt helpless that unknowingly I too happened
To be a part of that painful play
Time played the game
Time too trapped me to play,
If I had known, I would have never played!
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014
Yes Time is a great trickster.I believe this.How beautifully you can narrate! From the beginning to the end you can draw your readers wonderfully.Kudos!
Time plays games. One thing adds to another, Sequence of events nicely described.
First of all I am happy you are back with your mighty pen........Geetha........this poem reminds us we are puppets in the hands of time........we are helpless to circumstances..........our strings pulled by unknown forces............... A great write with a great message......................
Went through this poem and I could feel why do you decide this way? But I suggest you to revive your interest. Please rethink...
Yes time traps us all. Pleasant or painful it just makes me wonder how chain of events take place.
Oh how I admire the worker who remained calm and pleasant in a busy situation. Employers must expect occasional mishap. So sorry you worried so much. The title is so suited Geetha. It probably now puts you off shopping. Too You are welcomed back with open arms from us all. X
Though it may be ended with a pity, but Geetha you were not at fault, but you were a witness to the situation.but you felt sorry that is great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 5:59:58 AM # 1.0.0.1119
what goes around comes back around... a message in your nice work.. i like it! !