In an open hut There was a hole in the roof from which sunlight comes on hut.
In every evening sitting on the wooden chair in front of hole i thought my past and future i cried loudly My soul was dead for two moments of happiness My tears was red like blood Who started falling on the ground every evening By din't of this Earth crust is like red.
One evening Again i sit on my wooden chair suddenly, Clouds started thundering ... lightning started shining... Hut started moving... Cloud started like raining... i was lost in my memories i cried,and tears like blood.
But that evening, my tears become colorless due to rain drop Red "danger color" disappeared for few moments I feel that...my past sorrowful memories Are flow like water suddenly, A new thought come on my mind, that is filled with my sweet memories, Of past and future which gives me happiness.
This poem is based on sorrow and past moment of our life, That is based on imagination. The title"wooden chair in the hut" filled with deep sorrow and great happiness. I just share my ideas with everyone.