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Ankit Jha Poem
And so we ran,
Thrilled beyond belief,
No destination in mind,
No stops in view...
The thrill of fear,
And anguish in the heart,
Made us run into the wild,
Away from it all...
Traversed the miles,
Crossed valleys and deserts,
Leaving the smoky skies,
And reddening rivers behind...
In front the greens and blues,
Chirping birds and cool winds,
Relief was in the air,
And so was a good life...
But how long before,
The smoke drifted here,
And the blue waters,
Were reddened as well...
And so we ran,
Back to those burnt meadows,
Crossing the red streams,
To the enemy camps...
And we struck them,
When they celebrated,
Unaware of our footsteps ,
As death enveloped...
So we purged the evil,
Reclaimed our lands,
But with the murders,
Had we changed too?
Evil, if not purged,
Will always spread.
And fighting against it,
Will never be bad..
And so we rested,
Rebuilding the lands,
Watching the rivers,
Turn blue again..
Life was normal,
But we had learnt,
To keep a watch,
For smoky horizons...
Copyright © Ankit Jha | Year Posted 2015
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Ankit Jha Poem
Here I stand, on the brink,
Like a house on a cliff,
Ready to fall anytime,
Crashing into the rocks below,
But I have seen such houses,
Weathering severe storms,
Staying put for years,
I wonder, can I do the same?
Here I stand, on the brink,
Ready to accept my fate,
With all the loss and animosity,
I have reached the end of line,
But then I remember,
The lone tree on the hill,
Rain or hail, wind or drought,
It lives on, a proud survivor,
Though alone but alive,
I wonder, could I do the same?
Copyright © Ankit Jha | Year Posted 2015
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