Balachandran Nair
THE CONTRABAND
The moment I got down at Airport Heaven,
I went straight to duty-free shop.
All costly items short-supplied in Earth,
Were elegantly displayed, choice is yours!
Unselfish love was the hottest in demand,
But unluckily it's container was empty.
Diligence, loyalty, gentleness were in front row.
Reliability, hardwork and maturity in side shelf.
Capability, creativity and sensibility were in a freezer.
Patience, trustworthiness, versatility in a decorated shelf.
Punctuality, integrity and courtesy were kept in torn baskets.
Accountability, skills and self-control sacks were empty.
Sociality, fairness and judiciousness were in deck ovens.
Cleanliness, openness and philanthropy, rot, in waste baskets!
All other rubbish qualities they boast up in Earth,
Thrown into an incinerator, were still burning.
God was interestingly watching my curiosity,
Well known that I was looking for something else.
He pushed a small wooden tray towards me,
Through underneath of his table.
It contained vials, tablets and capsules (contrabands?)!
Stealthily looking both ways, he said "hurry up!"
At once I picked up a vial which read "CHASTITY",
Placed my chest in front of q r code
For scanning my heart and subsequent payment.
In reply to questioning glance of the God,
I nodded and added:
"Back home, my girl had almost all other items on black market,
Except this precious one I chose now"!
"Wait here for her arrival", God replied.
©® Balachandran Nair
India
