Sonnet On 'a Little Shaheen' Poem by Indranil Bit

The grandeur of a Desert land,
The hottest ground of your imagination.
There life struggles with thorns,
Lifeless thorns do path out to summon.

The sky there is a tinge bluer,
A Shaheen has spread her wings to span.
She can capture the sky n land,
Her sanguinary dreams on lifeless lands.

In a remarkable speed n will,
Up from the heaven, she come gushing.
In a blink of a crackle of time,
Her claws are bleeding with my blood.

Here I bid, I stand defeated!
She has my dreams n my bones to feast.