Destiny

Drudging my way through narrow pavements of dusty roads, cycling with all my friends, I played hide and seek with them in a joyous mood, round the tall and bushy trees and cemented constructions of a beautiful park, When all of a sudden, a man with probing eyes, plunging into a black woolen blanket, holding a long bamboo stick, seating cross legged in a corner, beside a cup of gleaming viscous liquid, gazed at me, Puzzled and terrified, I began to run helter skelter towards the exit of the grave, When I heard, he was whispering aloud, My boy! Where are you running! Only to return here, back, soon? ? ? *This poem speaks about the mood swings from delight to despair and happiness to horror. A man in his boyhood days was cycling along with his friends in a joyful mood around the large trees and bushes of a beautiful park. All of a sudden, the place seemed to him as a grave and a strange man with a peculiar wardrobe and a wooden stick emerged and frightened the boy who was running to the exit of the place, by whispering aloud that he has to return to this place one day.