It took him long 23 year to break the shell
All the 23 he was scratching (read struggling) to see the sun outside the oval.
All he could manage a head on collision with the walls..
Every time he made the wall a bit weak, but never used that dent again to escape..
He was coward, he was stupid, but he knew he was something …
His friends found him eccentric, some shunned some funned …
None walked along…none shared a bond
Was adding the friends at a slower rate than they were leaving..
May be he was expecting a bit more.. or a BYTE more…
He never cared for their reaction, but always weighed his own actions.
Finally he is sitting with no one around,
He is happy , He is sad or may be he is mad..
Life has come along, singing its own song..
You are alone and you cannot clone..
Even after having all, he always fall.
May be his feet are not balanced, or who knows his world is not balanced.
Falling is a habit now.
After drinking its easy, else it takes lots of pain.
He counted all the 23 by his fingers
But he never knew they were only 10, rest 13 was a re use of them.
How fantastic it would have been if every life ends at 10
No more reusing , no more worrying….
