12 Days Poem by Ritu Jain

12 days and life moved from hell to heaven.
On the berth of middle,
being afraid of height,
thinking of the two
with a question Q..
Night look long
like the winter's song..
Morning arrived with the
red frown..
Somehow, days passed
and night moved..
Then comes the votka night
with night so long and dream came till three....
Before that night, days were hell
and after three comes the heaven..
Again back to journey
on the same height with thought of you..
The difference was two and you,
before was the hell
then was the heaven..
12 days and life moved from hell to heaven..