BOY AND THE MUD

Quite a few times this boy did fall,

  Into the deepest pit and mud he did fall.

He tried to wake up and march ahead,

  But the clumsiest mud stopped his path ahead.

He tried to push and tried to rise,

  But failed to shine and failed to rise.

One day he decided to praise the mud,

  In order to, get free of the mud.

The mud decided to set him free,

  But finalised not to do it for free.

So the mud ordered the boy,

  To sing a song of praise at the end of the day.

The boy was determined and prepared,

  To do anything to get rid of this mud.

The terms were decided,

  And the conditions were put ahead.

One song a day,

  Would let him get a foot of gay.

  (Joy felt by the boy being free

  by one feet from the mud)

Next day he sang the first song,

  By the temple’s evening gong.

Next day in the morning,

  He was released from a foot of mourning.

The event of songs went till the last foot,

  When the boy was ready to tighten his boot.

But this made him piled with joy,

  And forget one song to avoid the decoy.

Mud dragged him down till his last breathe,

  Life made him drown to his nasty fate.