It stands perfectly , amid-st the crowd its the most epic
there are many more but it has got the spark
there are good_byes , exit and entrances
there are tears and smiles .
The captain lets the others in a huge wide door
to the door where,there stands a worship place
woes and promises are sung
to carry on journey of the night .
They are unaware of the calamities
but still the ropes of trust are knotted
ladies with the brown brow
wink at the window of hopes .
Now there are different episodes to watch
some are being romantic especially the lovers
some are blinking in respect of sleep
and some write like that man in the corner .
This ship which stood erect was epic
it was huge merely carrying one lakh
beyond the sea there were dreams
there were hopes in this ship unrevealed .
This SHIP had its destination in some north
who would have known that it would get numb .
and it would meet a wreck
amid-st the vast waist there would be cries of miseries.
There was no ship floating in next fifteen minutes ,
there were bodies ,dead bodies floating in a circle
calamities were such that they couldn’t be rescued
and the ship that was epic was now ready to meet with a sink .
There was just a holder and the paper ,
that had not met with edges of water
it was the diary of the man in the corner
which read a very truth of the century .
HIs writing had appeared in the paper early morning,
and the children playing in the garden held the newspaper
they read the words loud of the deceased
to which they met a reality .
the words were as follows;
O my creator ,O my destroyer
you make me your puppet
carry me wherever you want
I dont give a sigh in return
BUT you take my body instead,
early morning when my words would be sung
the old ladies will met with an end ,
because in my words i have revealed
the story of my life wreck .