Drowning.

The old wooden platform broken in to pieces The boy in his sixteenth fall down in the well Deep, nearly half full of water That too in the rainy season! There were no persons nearby for the rescue The boy was not learned to swim The sound of rainwater obstructed the hearing It was such a wonderful experience of drowning. Slowly going deep inside of the well Not knowing what happens to the life Somewhere there is still hope of survival It was such an experience of near to death! Somewhere something seemed to be happening Someone trying to support me to the top Not knowing what is happening The boy was perfectly in calm and cool, Still the experience unable to explain. The magical hands pushed the body to the top Asked someone to catch up the side rings exposed In a fit of eagerness for survival He caught hold of the rings in such speed. Looking upwards he saw, the crying father and mother But patiently the boy told to pardon Without their permission taking water such a time And asked condition not to punish him anymore Only then he is ready to abide the instructions. Reiterating their kindness and emotions Asking to be brave and catch the rope of rescue The boy obeyed the team of rescuers who done the job The boy was none other than the writer of this lines.