Many years had passed when,
I found myself living in a troubled den,
It was surely a troubled den-
For it seemed that there I had passed years 10.
I cried and cried, I tried to complain to Ben,
But no fruitful aid could he provide me then.
This my situation was, my dear Ken,
And I could not overcome it even in 10.
I cried and cried
I tried and tried to talk to Ben,
But time was unfortunate for me
And nothing could happen then.
Disturbed as I was, to soothe myself I took a pen,
Comfort was not meant for me,
Even after scribbling on pages 10.
And yet many more years had passed when,
I was still living in the troubled den. !
PS: This is a small piece that I wrote really a long time ago, probably during my younger school days. I don’t know if it makes sense to you, let me know on the comments below.
Moushmi Radhanpara 
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