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by Saniya
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Crime/Gangster · #1066512
It's a story told in the form of a poem. A boy is tellig how he was kidnapped...
I opened my eyes in a place,
Of which my memory had no trace.
A bright light was hanging above me,
What was around me I could not see,
My eyes were not adjusted to the light,
For a few minutes I did not have any control over my sight.
But when it became clear,
I was filled with fear.
Infront of me a man was standing,
A gun towards me he was holding.
All this fright made me shake,
He then got to know I was awake.
He signalled to a man with his arm,
I knew I was going to get some kind of harm.
This terror made me worry,
Every second was passing like a century.
Then another man came,
He asked me my name.
I was too terrified to reply,
Instead of answering I started to cry.
The man asked again in a louder tone,
He also asked the number of my phone.
I was too scared to whimper,
I told him my name and phone number.
Soon he called my dad,
He said to him, "I have your lad."
He asked my dad for ten lakh rupees,
He said it was a very small fees.
He warned my dad of calling the police,
He told him it was very foolish.
My dad didn't want me to die,
After hearing this he let out a sigh.
He hurried off here,
Driving in the fifth gear.
Soon over here he reached,
When he applied the brakes the car screeched.
He handed the money over,
Just then it begin to shower.
I was dragged out of the room,
The rain made the atmosphere fill with gloom.
But atlast I was with my dad,
I was happy and safe, because now, I was no longer kidnapped.
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