I had my chance
I had to work daily in office. I had no chance of writing poetry or literature in office.
I fell ill and the disease was diagnosed to be “Denghi”
I was put in ICU and I had to be on the bed without getting down from bed for 10 days.
I was feeling bored and I asked doctor,”Give me pen and paper. I would write quatrains for small children.”
Other doctor also heard and all others started laughing.
“You can take rest. After the disease is cured you can write whatever you want”
“After disease is cured, I have to go to office. There I can’t write. These 10 days chance I have got. God has given me this.”
“So you wish that diseases should attack you, so that you can keep away from office?”
“Anyhow disease has come and I am utilizing chance, that is all. It doesn’t mean that I love diseases.”
They gave pen and paper and I wrote up to the contentment for 10 days. Then I was kept in general ward for 5 days and I had my chance again for 5 more days.
I applied those to poem competitions and got a prizes#