Once upon a time I was travelling in train.
There was a high alert among the men.
My long nascent curiosity aroused to its highest,
Set up an inquiry for the chaos in the compartment.
There is a bomb at the seat number forty seven,
We should pull the alarm or inform the police man.
Should I dial the toll free one-double-zero,
Or should I diffuse and become a hero.
After all discussion and prediction,I was chosen,
“You have the guts,you are the man”
I walked into the empty compartment,with flooding wishes;
Afraid of explosion I slowed down my steps.
Finally i reached to the seat number concerned,
Inquired into the situation with care and caution.
Nothing was there except a hot lightening bomb,
I winked twice,just to give the confirmation.
For the rest have gone,we were alone;
Played all the seductive games i have known.
Became a hero,wen i came from the compartment after an hour,
Rumour no 13 worked,soon got set for another.