Poetry Month Special
The sweep of golden sand
Sparkled
In the smirking
Bright Sun.
The cacti glowed
In the parched sand
Happy
That they will soon claim
The once-much-desired land.
He looked at the vast stretch
That lay in front;
The land that provoked
Stirred and triggered
Animosity amongst brethren.
Nobody owned it anymore!
And nobody really cared.
He was greedy to grab
To be the master
Of the unclaimed land.
She stood right next to him
With a smile on her lips,
Sneering inside
Reading his mind.
The potion that she had
Carefully served sometime back
Had a mild poison.
That would ensure
Her sole claim
To the once-much-desired land.
The cacti gloated
At the royal fools.
“Two more down”
In lure of the land
That is destined
Never to belong to anybody
Ever again.
Pic courtesy: Nilanjana Dey
Thank you Rashmi and Raina 🙂