This evening, I; on my old wooden chair,
Sitting
away from gathering;
Suddenly,
kidnapped by the;
Thoughts
of grief and despair.
Being in
prison;
For several
troubling hours,
I could
do nothing;
Except
watching bars.
Mind was
in desire of something,
No one
was partner; except twinkling stars;
I could
not be able to get anything;
For there
wasn’t any buses or cars.
After struggling;
too much in prison,
And having
nothing as fun,
I managed
to escape somehow;
My heart
was saying ‘wow’!
Even,
after crossing the storms;
Of sadness
and angers;
Along
with many hopelessness’ gangsters;
My life
didn’t come to its norms.
Still,
was left, the bay of lies;
I ran
as fast as I could;
Also,
fought hardly, and stood,
It’s
all because of a mind sharp and wise.
My main
weapons were truth and hopefulness,
That I
could came thereafter;
The escape
couldn’t be done with anything less;
Thrusting
was my mind for laughter.
At
last, I escaped from kidnap,
Intelligence
and courage saved my cap.
Surely,
after such a long gap,
I was
indeed of a nutritious nap.
When I
came back, I found myself on my chair,
It was
relieving that everything was alright ‘n’ fair.
I awaked
and saw the wall clock in light;
Surprised
realizing the time, past midnight.
I’ve
learnt not to be sad;
Whatever
be the situation- good or bad.
I’ve
learnt to cope-up these with much pain;
So,
will never goanna be in despair again.
Now, it’s
the time to sleep;
After the
lessons of value, deep.
The day
had ended hence,
And it
should make the difference.
-----Shivam Jha
Vivekanand International Sr. Sec School,
Patparganj, I.P. Extn., New Delhi-110091
