Something I wrote yesterday during exam time ( instead of answering the questions)

The swing set itself in motion ; Swang across the meadow in solace. Came to hear some distant commotion, But it cared less and kept swinging with grace.

It swung with a mellow pace ; Was told to stop, as the sun called it a day ; But it was lost within its daze ; It didn't care of orders or of the diminishing ray.

A star shot in the sky and it tried to pray; Of not infinite fortune, but of unbroken solitude. It always liked the smell of freshly cut hay ; It swang apast the pole, to a higher altitude.

It cared less of everything, as young were its ropes ; Inside it was bright, and full of hopes.

The swing swang high with hopes ; Nearby, another did too, but creaked with noise. Its knots were loose and weathered were its ropes; Was used much and bleached of its joys.

But the young one claimed a new voice ; Made the other one know that knots can be tightened; But its mind was filled with much noise ; The moment it thought of hope, it got frightened.

Restlessness of the young one heightened ; It cared not of the other and swung ; Found joy in that and felt enlightened ; The other remained still, useless being hung.

The swing swang with all its strength, Because it had to know what life really meant.