Soon after kidnapping him,
they blind-folded him
and led him to an unknown place.
With the red hot sun
showering fire over the desert
he was shocked and embarrassed.
And he could listen to
his heart pounding.
After walking along the
desert two to three hours
they reached an unknown fortress
and confined him in a single room
and with a friendly approach
they told him that
he was safe and comfortable
inside the fortress
surrounded by soldiers
ready to take on any enemy
whoever they were.
They served him
food thrice a day and in between tasty snacks.
They offered him books to read
and white-sheets to scribble
whatever he wished.
Their friendly approach and hospitality
enthralled him and was full of
gratitude towards them.
That which he couldn’t make out was
only one thing :
What for they had kidnapped him
and brought him into the fortress.
Their friendship grew
stronger and stronger
which lightened his
heart and wondered whether
he was experiencing
‘Stockholm syndrome’.
All went on well for two years
and one day a man in black
wearing black mask
came to his room with
a sharp sword
in his hand
and threw at him an
long and flowing orange dress
and ordered him in an
arrogant and authoritarian voice
to put on the dress.
Only then he knew
his life was in danger and
it was sealed.
‘Come with me’ – shouted the man in black
surrounded by a few men in black
walked, walked and walked
along the desert.
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