I thought to get doomed,
& Hence I started to Write.
I thought to forget the world that felt sorry,
& To give my rage a vent I continued to Pen.
As the time went by never to return,
It gave me a paper and asked me to run,
I ran overlooking the hurdles with the paper in my hand,
& the time driving me far,as far as it can.
The last stop was the peak,
& There I sat to think all that I gained,
& Hence I write, I write again.