Subtle and silent he lay there,

with the sun rising to its full Glory.

The yellow lining on the Drapes made him stare,

Overthinking about his untold Story.

Yet another story that was building within,

and a strangeness this time was dwelling.

The line of balance here was quite thin,

And the confusion built was compelling.

Unlike anterior courageous decisions,

here the verdict was to cease and desist.

With the higher probability of collisions,

and a barbed wire bounding his wrists.

Brightness kept growing as the sun was raging,

Adamant were those drapes blocking the rays,

For the beautiful sunlight waited for the engaging,

Which would push what existed into a maze.

Entwined at his best was the mind,

in the battle that was fought for the while.

The solution to which lay ahead in the blind,

but a journey with the length of The Nile.

Confused and procrastinating he lay there,

with the sun shining at its full glory.

Waiting for when the mind would finally dare,

he’d pull the drapes aside to begin the story.

— Rishabh Bohra