The dent on my Car

 The dent on my Car

Once when I was not drunk

I hit a car, its door sunk

“It’s my mistake, sir,” I said

“And the damage will be paid”

He then called the Insurance guy

Asked only half-cost of the buy

I remembered if a claim he makes

No bonus for the year he takes

So upon me this extra loss’s onus

I took and paid him also the bonus

That night in pocket pricked a thorn

But became a rose beneath by morn…

Today someone hit my car

I looked to find it a bit afar

So I did not suspect and went

Only to find too late a dent

That I never noticed the man

Get damage paid how I can?

I should have got down then

He retreated innocently when

I shared my sorrow with someone near

Showed my deeply dented rear

It was like some crater on the moon

I wished to snap on an SLR soon

Now this crater was on my soul

I played honest but he played foul!

All day I ruminated on it

Is honesty for this world fit?

Though it’s called the policy best

Why follow when don’t the rest?

When the sun of hope set in eve

I turned from my office to leave

Walking towards my wounded car

I clicked the key, the lock got ajar

I went back to see the damage done

The bumper shone, the dent was gone!

Am I seeing the other end?

No, there too no scratch, no bend

I kept my bag on the rear seat

Wondering this was whose feat

Smiling I sat then on the wheel

Events rushed on memory reel

I forgot how the dent got healed

And remembered what it now revealed

It may not be the policy best 

But dent or no dent I’ll be honest…