The Sterile Kingdom - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
In the sterile kingdom
People move aimlessly and frustratingly at random,
They have no faith, no hope, no strategy, no energy;
Their world is absolutely dark and gloomy,
They may endeavour their best to achieve the necessity,
But ultimately their efforts end with futility.
The king of the land is imbecile and insipid,
He is incapable and inefficient of bringing fertility in this barren land,
The sterile kingdom gives birth to sterile children,
And as their vain destiny is predestined,
They can never win laurels and the crown for their nation.
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