Many months ago,
I decided to give it a go,
And write short stories,
But I didn’t know how to start that piece?
Then I started reading,
Rabindranath Tagore’s writing,
“Golpoguchchho” which is called,
And is as precious as diamond.
After reading a few,
I discovered a writer new,
As my keyboard was busy,
As my fingers made it work rapidly.
“And Hell Followed Him!” named it I,
And finished it much quicker with a happy sigh,
And through Facebook, I came to know about Estrade,
An Indian literary magazine of lofty standard.
I sent my short story with my fingers crossed,
And a green signal from them I received,
At that very moment I did fly,
And found myself stuck between the earth and the sky!