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

(original and unpublished)