Sunday, April 24, 2011

The Legend

A poem I scribbled...

The struggle was over,

men were beheaded,

women were thrashed,

children were orphaned.


Land was red and barren,

darkness loomed over the sky.

Life is chained by spikes,

shredding the lifeless bodies.


Not a soul dared to speak,

not even the ghoul or the troll,

silenced by the shameless fear,

who was laughing hysterically.


Time struck but melting,

everything went deadlock.

All prayed for a hero to emerge,

to slaughter the villainy.


He emerged from the ashes like phoenix,

spread out his majestic wings,

flying towards the zenith,

to conquer down the decayed.


He looked straight into blood shot eyes,

not even his hair prickled with fear.

He spun the villainy like a mongrel,

and slashed it with his metallic sword.


A thunder roared---- a sign of triumph,

darkness ran away to hide

light came out of their veil and radiated

the red and barrenness were absorbed by earth

green slided over the earth to spread itself

chain was broken with a might

fear stopped laughing and guillotined

engine geared up and gone the stillness

and in the centre of all stood a

man with sword in his belt and

torch in his left arm with dignity in his

face shined the most.

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