Abhinav Sharma

Rookie - 0 Points (06/october/1995 / Ambala)

India - Poem by Abhinav Sharma

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful land
India, its name, golden was its sand
flourishing with every secomd, it had a magic wand
whenever there was a doom, the magic wand revolved
ever sad moment turned gay, every stone into gold
but then, the story spread, a devil got to know
it decided to get it, by hailing fire or snow
the devil came and corrupted the land,
it weakened the guardian of honesty and reached the wand
it broke the wall of emotions
it spread its soldiers across the land,
and killing the guards, it stole the magic wand
its soldiers were hate and fear
they were powerfull and smart,
they killed every soul they found
rest hid behind the walls
with the wand, the devil fly
but couldnt handle its aura,
its goodness made him mad and weak,
the wand slipped of his arms,
the wand was now lost, it was nowhere to be found,
without it the land trembled and everything went underground
the devil in rage barrened the land,
corruption running in its veins, polluting its sand
but the wand still lies somewhere, and it will come one day,
to take my motherland out of its sufferings and dismay

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 16, 2012

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