He was a soul living inside a dark cellar
No inspiration, no motivation, nothing stellar
Always he remembered the beautiful things he left outside
The beautiful greenery and the sun shining with pride
The sheepish night, even the gloomy rain
Even the hard labours and the excruciating pain
But all he could do, caged, was to stare ahead
At the dark walls reaching for the invisible bed
The day and night all came and passed in dark
Soul was alive, moving, but had no spark
A man will bring a single meal of all day
The only acquaintance of a face he had since his stay
He had smile on his face and a knife behind his back
The face that even the most intelligent couldn't crack
He had smile on his face and a knife behind his back
The face that even the most intelligent couldn't crack
The things were just a routine to him
And then came a rat and it gave him a whim
He had another face now at which he could stare
Only shining eyes were visible but something new was there
The soul gave tiny bites to it that it nibbled
The rat showed mercy at the soul that was crippled
The rat mercifully repaid the favours made to it by the soul
It started nibbling the walls making on it small holes
Day and Night, night and day, into huge strainers it turned
the walls
The man can now feel when the sun rises and when the
darkness falls
This joyful venture was going very good
When suspiciously the acquainted face brought some extra
food
He told him speaking for the first time
“It’s for the rat you filthy soul” he said with animated
mime
The soul got alerted
for the first time in years
He could sense blood in his veins and sound in his ears
He knew the rat’s food had in it some poison dose
He would swoosh the rat whenever it came close
And this went on for many days to come
He would eat his food and to the rat he would give some
Then one day they filled the holes in the walls
Everything was darker than it earlier was
The labours and pains were now becoming heavier
The soul was like Andromeda waiting for her saviour
And the day came when he knew he needed motivation
He had to let go of his likes and had some ambition
He let the rat eat that special food
He waited till it was still like a wood
He lamented the loss for quite few days
He now stood up… loss is lost and it never stays
He had stolen a spoon from his plate
He started digging the rat hole to make his own gate
The acquainted face noticed something was wrong
His one hand started whipping him; the other was beating a
gong
And now it seemed the acquainted face wanted him to suffer
And now he was no more the acquainted face, he was Lucifer
And now it seemed the acquainted face wanted him to suffer
And now he was no more the acquainted face, he was Lucifer
The man bore all the whipping and blemishes
He sacrificed something to fulfill more important wishes
He kept on digging and finally dug the gate
The acquainted face dissolved with the darkness; it had no
state
The soul picked the rat and dug for it a beautiful grave
He learned the value of sacrifice; he learned how to be
brave
Many new opportunities extended their arms many new things
to ponder
His diligent, sweaty and bloody face looked at the grave, “Goodbye
till our next encounter”!
