It's A Different Story

That day

When indecisively I sat

Like the great Prince Hamlet

Letting my hours idly pass

Suddenly, like a cherub

You appeared and advised me-

'To avoid ‘fire’

And to stop the ball of it to roll'

Not crazy I was unlike others

Quite sure, I had to heed

As the only catastrophe, the summary of it would breed

What should I perform!

I ask myself questions a zillion

Should I escape through the narrow path

And remain oblivion

Or toil from morn till night

Still like a peasant stay unnoticed

(although fills many tummies)

Or, noticeably roll up to see

And thrive in the edifice of 'I'-

Stand firm like a shady tree

To withstand the storm pass by

And wait for the turn of the mass

Whom I will gracefully embrace

Until they cool down and warmly rejoice

To lead them from nowhere to somewhere

When the cat is out

The mice do not hoot

It's wise to learn

There is life in hibernation

When the killer dangerously strolls

And invisibly prowls

From one target to the other

Let me shut myself indoor

And pray to my Lord-

'To lessen the suffering

And lift the soul of the dying'

In between, I have no remorse

As my spirit reverberates

And flies like a bird to every part

To hone my musing and my thought

Until his time will exhaust

I will come out one fine day

And rise with the new sun

To play my part-

Before light, camera and action go off

I shall walk the path which others have least walked

At ease to accept the hardships

For an easy life does play many mischiefs

When the path is zigzag and dreary

That only adds to a different story.