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 ^^

[Cherrie Palmer]

a great twist to expose adult's quick and careless words. I loved, to hate it, her simple need to help dashed against their calloused hearts. Very well done. You did a masterful job creating empathy for your young girl.

[Zoya]

Thanks so much! I really appreciate your review :)

[Neville]

What a delightful, well constructed & otherwise awesome observation you have penned here for all the world to see. Take note folks, there are many truths that lie within......All Good Things Zoe, N

[Zoya]

Thank you so much Neville. It means a lot!

[Neville]

My pleasure entirely, N

[Mr.Writer]

I like this seven year old!! You've made the readers like her and that's a very good thing!! :)
When she cried, I got sad, when she was happy,thinking about magical things, I felt happy :)
Only if someone would believe her!! :(
Thats true, we should never lie to ourselves, and tell the truth and believe our loved ones :)
Keep it up!
Another amazing piece Zoe!!

[Zoya]

Thanks a lot, Shaan :)

[Mr.Writer]

No problem :)

[Tony Jordan]

The hypocrites!
They tell us all about the tooth fairy (while surreptitiously inserting $10 under our pillows), the tell us about Santa Claus because it makes THEM feel good to see out kiddie faces get excited over this dude (and then they sneak the presents under the tree) and they tell US as kids that lying is a sin. No wonder we are seriously fooked up by the time we are teens !
Well penned. I didnt pay much attention to the meter so it may be good or not but the words are good (or am I lying lol??)

[Zoya]

hehe, I don't know if you're lying or not ;p Thank you so much, anyway. All the parents are the same, aren't they. lol.

[Farhan Shaikh]

This poem has a very good story in it, and for me it's woweiee...what a wonderful work great start and powerfully ended up.
Loved it Zoe
Keep sharing..

[Zoya]

Thanks so much Farhan!