The forestland slid beneath my regular strides,
I covered it with my fearsome grace.
Though trees passed me on both my sides,
None could interrupt my terrific pace.
I could have walked tirelessly for night and days.
But some miles later a chair was kept
Under a tree of same wood brown.
I ignored it and continued to woods’ depth
But a little later, stopped and gave me a frown.
I had enough time to rest for some time unknown.
I lowered me on the Chair—
Oh, how wonderful it was to rest!
And looked at others with a glare
Because I possessed the best.
A long later lifted it above my chest
And carried the same everywhere.
Amazed I carried and sat on it
Till I was dazed after months, four,
When it fell off a cliff and broke split
And I angry to the loss broke it more.
How could I replenish this newly formed gap?
“How can I live without a chair anymore?”
I cried so long that I cried out of
My mind the reason I cried for
When I tried to recall— “What?
A chair is for what I cried so far!”
At once I stood and left the place.
Years it took to regain the pace
And years it took to learn to refrain—
And years later, was kept a chair of same wood brown
This time I rested, rejoiced and left it there without a frown.
