Lying Is A Sin

That quiet little seven-year-old was sitting by herself,

Daydreaming about magical things; of fairies, unicorns and elves.

Busy wandering the meadows of her own fantasy-land,

What was the chaos around? She could not well understand.

Giving up on her fantasy, she stood up to look around,

And saw her classmates gathered, all staring at the ground.

She went up to them and scrutinized the centre of attraction,

Alas! Saw an injured bird, she’d better take some action!

Her mind in a state of commotion, she didn’t know what to do,

She saw a stone beside, that, maybe, at the bird someone threw.

Without giving another thought, she picked up the bloody stone,

The teacher watched from a distance, her presence was unknown.

Quick as a wink, the teacher approached the scene of crime,

Dragged the poor girl to the principal, without wasting any time.

“I didn’t harm the bird, sir!” said the thick-skinned.

The principal replied with a vacant expression, “Lying is a sin!”

 

That quiet little seven-year-old was walking home by herself,

Daydreaming about good things; of love and books in her shelf.

When all of a sudden her eyes fell upon a beautiful rose,

She ran towards it and sniffed it through her nose.

Seeing the flower’s half-withered leaves, her bold heart did melt,

Her bottle in her hand, to water the pretty bloom, she knelt.

She held the rose still, preventing it from swaying in the breeze,

And then, at the very moment, her hand someone squeezed.

Out of nowhere emerged the care-taker of the alluring flower,

Noticing her actions, at the girl he glowered.

“I am watering the flower, sir!” she said with a nervous grin,

Glaring at her in disgust, he replied, “Lying is a sin!”

 

That quiet little seven-year-old stepped inside her quiet house,

Remembering all those nasty incidents, a forlorn feeling did rouse.

She wanted to hide, from this world, from the sick people around,

The thought of stepping outside her home made her heart pound.

She sat on her favourite couch, tears rolling down her cheeks,

The couch soon wet with tears; oh, can someone fix the leak?

To make the situation worse, came her mother clutching a jar,

A jar half-filled with cookies; mother wore an expression bizarre.

On seeing the jar, in a flashback she went to the night before,

Where she saw her brother secretly eating cookies, sitting on the floor.

Before her mother could erupt with anger, the little girl began:

“Oh mum, you know, it wasn’t me, but it was surely Stan!”

Mother just glared; girl confused- This argument did i win?

To clear the confusion, her mother shouted, “Lying is a sin!”

 

That quiet little seven-year-old was crying herself to sleep,

Fed up with all those people around; how can one be so cheap?

Wasn’t there even a little trust remaining? The girl did wonder,

No- was the clear retort, the poor girl was torn asunder.

Remembering the many times she’d been lied to, the little girl whined,

Was God playing a game with her, or was this a punishment for being kind?

Knowing she was already stuck in this world for no less than a life,

Only way to survive here was through lying, cheating, killing with a knife.

The little girl was completely broken, for that who were to blame?

Undoubtedly those fools around! That night a kind soul they claimed.

Tears still dripping down her face, she could feel the pain within,

Closed her eyes, questioning herself again and again, “Lying is a sin?"

 

Author's Note

Ever felt helpless? Like this quiet little seven-year-old? All of us have gone through a time when we had to beg for others' trust. When no one believed us...did that change you? But it certainly changed this poor girl. She knew, this world was full of liars, and lying was a trick that should be mastered to ensure a happy life these days, here on earth. It is always better to have faith in the people who are dear to you. You may win an argument by lying to others, lying to yourself, but at the same time, you are losing something, or maybe someone...someone who is precious to you. So, talking about the poem, this isn't exactly the way I wanted it to be. Nonetheless, I would really appreciate it if you could take out some time to review the poem. Hope you like it. And yeah, do not change yourself for the people who do not like to see you the way you already are. Happy reading!

Reviews

[Ellen Hammond]

Wow! Having noticed that you are only 14, I am amazed not only by your talent for writing a story in rhyme but even more so by your deep understanding of life and how a kind soul can be tarnished by those who disbelieve them and lie to them as well. You are truly gifted to be able to such a stirring tale with a moral as well.

[Zoya]

Thank you very much! This had me flattered, I really appreciate the review :)

[Ellen Hammond]

You're welcome. I only tell it like I honestly see it. You are very talented indeed. Keep writing. :)

[Zoya]

Thank you again :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

I agree very talented

[Zoya]

Thank you ^^

[The earth (Titan maphah..]

hey this is awesome...did you wrote all that?...just stunned

[Zoya]

Yep, I wrote all that. Thanks for your review!

[SJ Mullins]

I find the rhyming scheme to be off in just a few places, but overall, you have a very good piece. I was captivated by the story line. Well done!

[Zoya]

Thank you so much! I really appreciate your review :)

[SJ Mullins]

YW, and my pleasure.

[Brenda Alicia]

I loved everything about this. Zoe. I am amazed by your writing abilities and wish to read so much more from you.
Your words pierce the soul but in a way that it leaves me wanting more.
Keep on writing, dear Zoe, it is your calling!

[Zoya]

I am really very happy to know that you liked it! Thanks for the very much motivating review :)

[Tazeen Ahmed]

I really got hooked while reading and I quite agree with the theme.
You've got great style and structure.
I admire the emotions and the way they are showcased.
Awesome! A way to keep writing!

[Zoya]

Thanks very much for your kind words :)

[A little flame]

Such a powerful poem. It's not often that someone has this kind of skill. The ability to strike a nerve just right. To really affect people with words. That's the kind of talent that gets people to take notice of what's right and wrong in our screwed up world.

[Zoya]

Did I really affect people with words? I feel great hearing that.Thanks a lot for your kind review!

[A little flame]

Definitely affected me and based on the other reviews I've read you've instilled a lot of empathy in others as well. You've earned every review. This is a wonderful piece that deserves recognition (:

[Zoya]

Much thanks to you :) I really appreciate it

[Rebecca Garber]

I sit here and I think about this poem. It really strikes me at home. As one I do not like to see kids hurt because one they don't deserve it and two I don't like people to have felt the way I do. Second I have really been in this situation as I read this poem it reminds me of the times of heartache. As at thirteen year old girl who had been raped, she kept it in for so many years but two days after her thirteenth birthday she told. her mother called her a liar. So she walked over to a bridge that exceeded 300 feet and looked over it. That thirteen year old girl contemplated on whether to jump or not just because of what someone so close to her had said. I was that girl, and I hate lying with a passion. So when I see or hear stories like this it really strikes me in the wrong places and makes me what to hit all the people out there that lie, and betray others. I know I can't do that so I guess this is the best that I can do, get the word out there and help others the best that I can. I really did enjoy your writing. I hope you keep on doing it because it is very inspiring to others. Great Job.

[Zoya]

Sorry to hear you had to go through so much. Yeah, you're right. Best we can do is help others. I'm very glad to know that people find this poem inspiring. Thanks so much for reviewing!

[Island Hippy]

Aloha Zoe, I am taken a back slightly by your talent which exceeds far beyond your years, incredibly articulate. A very well woven tale. Great work. Izzy

[Zoya]

Thank you so much, Izzy!

[Island Hippy]

You're very welcome

[Pax]

I remember, how harsh the world is.... looking at those people living in the slums. They have grown up into a harsh evironment, through that they become strong to the little that they have, to lie and steal a little just to eat and survived.... even to work at an early age...i guess my point now is that... lying is a sin is a little bit normal on some cases but that is a starting point to view the world in a different angle at such early aged... very well written piece...

[Zoya]

I understand what you're saying...thanks very much for reviewing!