SOULFUL CONFESSION - 3

By Dr. V. Vijay Anand Sriram

i went in search of a job

to satisfy my stomach’s sob.

tried, tried, and tried, but found none

until i decided to take up one.

an easy way i found was to rob;

i knew this world was full of a mob.

the first day, i stole rupees twenty-one;

that day, my sin began its run.

from petty thief, i rose to a gangster;

from gangster, i climbed to smuggler faster.

i started a school for the desperate and sly,

and there, the thief was none but i.

each day arrives with its faithful night,

but one day brought my lasting plight.

dragged to court, shackled and worn,

my deeds were judged; my soul was torn.

with lawyers gathered to plead my case,

their words fell flat in the truth’s embrace.

no one could win, for my guilt was vast;

my sins stood firm, my shadow cast.

the gavel struck; the sentence was clear.

justice loomed; my end was near.

in that moment, the chains grew tight,

but my heart found a strange, solemn light.

for every wrong, a price is paid

my path was carved; my penance laid.

the day i faced my final descent,

i knew it was god’s judgment sent.

By Dr. V. Vijay Anand Sriram