The journey of a stick – Delhi Poetry Slam

The journey of a stick

By Arjun Sharma

Far away, In the forest of ‘Tricks’,
There lived a family, a bundle of sticks,
One of their number, thought the world revolved around himself,
Oh yes, he considered himself a master of fairies to elves.

He was rude to everyone,
Yes, he thought it great fun!

He was rude to the plums,
It made them glum,
He was rude to the cherries,
And even the berries.

Oh yes, he was a stick, a stick of great class.
But something he longed for,
Was to live in a house with windows of glass.

And as winter comes nearer,
There’s nothing more he can dream for,
Than to live in a house with windows of glass.

Then on December 13th,
He sat dreaming these dreams.
Then he sees a young man
Coming towards him.
He nears the sticks,
A greedy look in his eyes.
He wasn’t here to play tricks.
His eyes fell on that one stick.
All of a sudden, the sticks felt quite sick.

That one stick wondered why,
Others gave him a wide berth.
The man came close and said,
“You’ll do for my hearth.”
He pitched him up, and carried him away.
The bemused stick quoth, “I am a king, I don’t deserve to travel this way.”
But these thoughts disappeared,
As he saw what he neared:
A large great house with windows of glass.
The stick quoth, “At last, I can live with class!”

In the house he went.
He mustered all his strength.
He said to the man:
“Now go away, you old tin can.

The man threw the stick onto his fireplace, onto the hearth.
The stick laughed, shaking with mirth.
“What a lovely bed.” ,he said.
Then he saw a burst of color, orange to be precise.
“Wow”, he said. “A light show. How nice.”
‘Nice’, he thought. It took sometime for him to realize,
That it was really not.
A second later, he began to feel hot.
“Whoa. This is a dry drought.” He quoth.
It was clear, this was not the luxurious life he sought.
As ash flew around,
He could not help but make a sound.
But now, I’m sure you know the ending,
Even though it’s still pending.
That, that was the end of the arrogant stick.


1 comment

  • Amazing, wonderful

    Kanika Gupta

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