The Friendly Slave Poem by Aryan Nuwal

The windows of my room,
were shaking at that time,
it seemed not even a flower bloom
ever at the moment,
the wind blew so fast,
I didn't feel it go pass.

These all things increased my heartbeat,
made a mess of my room which was neat,
suddenly a hidden voice came out
that made me shout, aloud
which woke all the crowd,
without leaving a moment every body
rushed towards my room
without leaving a second
started asking questions to me
without letting me speak,
it was the ghost's turn to say now
hey now you be quiet and listen to my speech
I am a slave bounded away with slavery
but with your help I can move free
how can we help you may we know that
should we ask the 3 wishes
or give you all the rats

no I just want you to bring me some money
to give it to my master
bring it in a high speed
bring it faster
my master which needs wealth he is in need
but how would it help you my friend
my master has his days of end
with your gold when lend
I can pay the money to the doctors
for all his needs
if I could save him he would leave me free
and I would always move without slavery
it was the 3rd wish of my master
please I beg to bring the money faster
it is my promise to shower wealth on all of you
with the speed of wind blew.

Thank You