The Final Goal
P. K. Joy
I stand before you and chant your praise
Accept my remorse with your abounding grace.
You are great. For none you harbor malice,
Even to a wretch like me with malevolent practice.
Filled with shame and shrunk to tiny size,
with hanging head and tear-filled eyes
I confess, I committed heinous crime
Blinded by politics I couldn’t realize at that time.
While shadowing you on the hill with a lethal knife
To kill and throw you into the gorge from the cliff
Ill-luck struck me and threatened to take my life
You heard, rushed with concern and saved my life.
Bleeding and groaning I lay on the forest roadside
Wounded while I was on a motor cycle ride.
I was on my mission to kill you in the highland estate
Where you and my boss fought election for the state.
Boss ordered to banish you, his party’s archrival
By ambushing in the forest and end your very survival.
While engaged in carrying out that order only the ill-fate
Struck me down to avail of your mercy truly great.
You rushed me fast to hospital when I had hardly any breath
You gave your blood, surgery done and freed me from death.
Gave me care, paid the bill and restored me to my folk,
About my plan to take your life, to none you did any talk.
Your reply to my ‘thank you’ note I’ve stuck on my mirror
To read and practice everyday. I’ll do it daily forever:
“Let all ideologies’
final goal be man and his welfare
Despicable means
shouldn’t be used to capture political power”.
Your little note and noble deed have changed my life, great friend.
The beast in me has vanished, and the man entered instead.
Indulgence in foul methods to win, I’ll never do.
Righteousness and truth will guide me, I do promise to you.