Frog of a well.

A Frog who lived in a well,
He sang with his folk , he croak and yell.
He was happy till a sweet bird came ,
The bird told frog, your mentality is lame.
You don't even know the world round ,
Its full of things which makes all astound.
You creepy toad , you live in a hell,
Which is so small and which always smell.
Frog felt bad , sad and ashamed
His throat was sealed and his mind was jammed.
He cursed god for giving this dwell,
He shouted , he cried , which echoed the well.

The Monsoon came ,and heavy rain fell,
Level of water touched the brim so well.
Without thinking twice , frog jumped out
He was happy and was feeling proud.
He could feel a variation in light n air,
Reds blues greens were new for him there.
He was exploring as much as he could,
smelling everything, and all food he chewed.
beast ,birds and worms, they all were new,
and the plants ,tree, flowers which he never knew.

The Monsoon ends and it all turned dried
Sun was hot enough to get him fried.
predators were ready to make him prey,
like he was carrying some food in a tray.
He found a shed to save his skin,
where he saw a fox fighting his kin.
they sound selfish,dishonest and liar.
for just a matter of coins, land & Tyre.
He left that place and reached a tree,
where he saw a mother cuckoo leaving eggs to set herself free.
He criticized cursed & damned
But she didn't looked or felt ashamed.
He reached a street which had little light,
wolves jumped on a lamb and took her out of sight.
Crowd walking near didn't tried intervening.
It was shocking & dreading when he heared her screaming.


He leaped from there with face of shame ,
why beautiful world has got this cruel game.
He started jumping to reach his well,
He couldn't live in this beautiful & aromatic hell.
No one can see it all in a life stretch,
In a month , this was the conclusion he  had sketched.
The way you live makes your place well ,
its not the beauty,color,area or smell.
He took a salvation jump into his dwell.
where he sang with his folk , he croak and yell..!!