It was dark, the pathway

Ready to engulf the water drops that fell

From a broken home

That had a thousand stories to tell

That open door had a tinge of silence that yelled

And drenched woods that lied angry, swelled.

However, soon, the guards of awkwardness fell

Because there were bonds that gelled

Supporting values that embellished these people

With the feelings that didn’t sell

I reached my mentee’s home; probably, just to remind these people where they are from

Because when I entered, it felt their peace was killed by the storm

They gave me a huge place, in a small space of their dorm

My entry, was it right or wrong ?

I still wonder!

I caught his(mentor’s) fancy of gadgets; took my videos, my widgets

Tried creating a Game of thrones with some midgets

Splitted the video part by part, encouraging multiple starts

Broke the video into multiple peaks, to try and meet what he seeks

I told him to collate the thoughts

To put the chest in front, eyes up and speak

And after multiple attempts and multiple ends

He completed his speech

And I thought of a destination

Where he could reach

Where I could help him reach

It started with shooting games

With a soldier guarding a fort

Probably it was a retort

Or maybe the realities which they were trying to distort

Wars, and the logic behind them is always intriguing, Isn’t it?

In these battles, here are poles

With planks guided by hard soles

With people playing different roles

With sides guided by goals

And that’s precisely what I wanted to achieve

Filter all our experiences through a sieve

And settling onto goals that we both believe in.

I asked him about his preferences

Qualities that he wanted to develop

He instantly replied “English”

With an eye full of expectations enveloped

I asked him “why”?

He said “Urdu to English”, with a deep sigh.

I picked him up, with a high five

And set the ball rolling for what will be, a short drive

I discussed a lot, about microscopic things

That lie buried beneath the perspective of birds eye view

I knew, but my focus was on pushing him to what he knew

And imagining something anew.

Probably I will be able to bring all this to the table

Even though, at this point it looks more like a fable

Abdullah

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