I thought and thought
and thought and thought
Why 12 is lucky
but 13 is not.
From curious childhood
To being an inquisitive teen
How can i ever forget
The lovely thirteen?
But like all things good
Teenage came to an end
After the age of 19
Our world changes, my friend.
I still am wondering
Which number is lucky for me
Is it three, thirteen, nineteen,
twenty five or thirty three?
Droopy eyelids opened, lips quivered and gasped.
“What’s the time dear?” the startled husband asked.
“Damn the snooze button. Its five past eight!
You better rush now or you are going to be late.”
The husband almost tripped while getting off the bed.
“Please prepare a quick breakfast,” he almost pleaded.
He brushed, bathed and took breakfast in parahuman speed.
The wife wondered, “My husband is Superman indeed!”
With a quick prayer he called upon the name of the Lord,
wishing a miracle clears the traffic on its own accord.
But God, as we know, is the Supreme Game-Master.
The snailing queues of vehicles couldn’t move any faster.
The day moved on with its usual huff and puff.
Tuesdays are terrible, tiring and too tough.
The evening was demonic – no space on the bus.
The husband hailed a cab & squeezed in -all in a rush.
To catch the next cab he got down and paid the fare.
His wallet fell down but he was unaware.
He crossed the road and stopped to check his pocket.
Lo and behold…there was no trace of his wallet!
Few currency notes, important ID’s and credit card-
all gone…he panicked…his breathing became hard.
He searched for the wallet – ran here and there.
But his worn out wallet was found nowhere.
Defeated he called his wife, ” Darling, I’m stranded.”
Told her everything and waited empty handed.
She picked him up and tried to give solace.
Rear view mirror showed her husband’s sad face.
“Everything will be fine,” they consoled one another.
The stress was inevitable – sleep vanished further.
He woke up before the alarm buzzed.
Started getting ready with his hopes all crushed.
When suddenly the doorbell rang – a man stood outside.
“I found your wallet yesterday. Can I come inside?
I found your address in your ID last night.
It was late but I understood your plight.
So I came as early as I could before office time.”
Was he God or an angel? His aura was sublime.
They thanked the man from the bottom of their heart.
Wednesday just got a miraculous start!
God has His ways – His angels are abound.
In good deeds and people His miracles can be found.
“Did we just skip Sunday?”
asked the student with a sigh.
The teacher replied sweetly,
“Looks like the chances are very high.
Stop mourning Monday mornings…
See a new day – a new month has begun.
Pull up your socks and get ready
Its time to chase the sun!”