In a lane where vines had grown, Two were walking, together yet alone. None was good and none was bad, Let me narrate what I was shown. Engulfed in darkness and in rain, While walking in that very lane, A dark figure caught our sight, Scaring me while the guard remained sane. Later ahead as it got filled with thorns, Caused pain more than I could Bourne. Blood started to leave its mark, But the soldier beside took the bull by horns. Tired of walking I felt a rage, Trapping my mind, my heart in a cage. Blinded by anger I lost my wisdom, While the beggar endured his share like a sage. On reaching the very end of the lane, I asked a man, old with a cane. Why were things so different for them? It's the State of Mind, he said. No loss no gain.