Wooden Chair In The Hut
By Nidhi Jaiswal
In an open hut
There was a hole in the roof
from which sunlight comes on hut.
In every evening
sitting on the wooden chair in front of hole
i thought my past and future
i cried loudly
My soul was dead for two moments of happiness
My tears was red like blood
Who started falling on the ground every evening
By din’t of this
Earth crust is like red.
One evening
Again i sit on my wooden chair
suddenly,
Clouds started thundering …
lightning started shining…
Hut started moving…
Cloud started like raining…
i was lost in my memories
i cried,and tears like blood.
But that evening,
my tears become colorless due to rain drop
Red “danger color” disappeared
for few moments
I feel that…my past sorrowful memories
Are flow like water
suddenly,
A new thought come on my mind,
that is filled with my sweet memories,
Of past and future which gives me happiness.