Right in the middle of a vast space,

One that is filled with Darkness,

There was a spotlight on his face,

Which made him the Centre of this mess.

In a lit up tube he found himself,

With his known ones present around.

It seemed like everything was on a near shelf,

And a Hope to be rescued from being drowned.

The vision was carved up in four parts for him,

And a perfect partition of the areas laid out.

The amount of love and care was too whim,

It was the misinterpretation that made them bail out.

Confused, he screamed and then gazed,

At the three areas that were in the light.

Where his unsettling mind was raised,

To the hope of having peace in his bite.

The first area was the one long-established,

Within his approach was the second one.

Unstable was the third area where he swished,

While fourth dark with the colour dun.

Screeching into the darkness he stood,

With everyone engrossed in their games.

As none of them could understand him for good,

Selflessly he chose to honour their claims.

The realisation struck him hard,

For he now knew he was sucked in by a force majuere.

Force that he had always frowned upon.

Now with the slim option to continue the tour,

As he was at the centre of all.

— Rishabh Bohra