Treasure Island

Deepta Protik Osman


A Dark of Spain


At the shores of Spain
Rages one pain,
Rages a Great
On the Spain.
Killing down them
At Spanish wars,
Bringing pain, his aim, from top to toes
To thousand of his foes.
Rages the Great
With thousand cages,
Cages by Death.
On a painfilled, Spanish heath,
Thousand soldiers cry,
“He’s mad,
For which are sad,
What had our men done bad”.
For his fellows, he had slain
Lot thousands in Spain.
Defeat, from him, meant certain.
Then, the Great, away from Spain
His mad is away, gone by a curtain.
And the Great laughs, with pain
In the city, of Main,
His home, from which, went to Spain.

28th August,2008, Thursday

Submitted: Saturday, August 08, 2009
Edited: Sunday, August 16, 2009

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