THE BERRIES

              

Stranger, Stranger, I screamed running fast behind him

Berries he had, hand full. So many colors, but orange was the best

Give me a few, I never had seen a berry, I begged him pitifully

Neither did he look, nor did he stop to give me, even a single berry

Stranger, Stranger, for these berries I started chasing, he ran faster

Without a moment’s hesitation, I kept trailing him madly, blindly

The colour of berries luring me calling me loud, me, filled with greed

Behind him, I ran, into the thick forest, thought of nothing but berries

Stranger, Stranger, now lost alone in the dark forest, scared I cried

No more, I need no berries, keep them all, Never will I ask again

Your strong hand is the only one I ask, to save my life, to live again

Hold me tight and pull me out from this forest deep, dark and lonely

Stranger, stranger man runs behind a thousand wishes, not Him

A world full of earthly desires, like coloured berries, lures to sin

Chasing blindly, greedy desires, one loses the path of divinity, love

But stuck in deep despair, he cries for only His hand to save him