In the middle of the jungle,
on the new moon night.
We all ride together;
fast and light.
We hide behind the cliff,
till our target gets in sight.
We sharpen our blades;
ready for the strike.
Finally we see them,
and charge with all our might.
We hit them hard,
and take them by surprise.
Gradually they get organized;
they start to give us a fight.
The revolt ends soon though;
no one able to survive.
We collect the booty,
and move away from the site.
Soon people will be looking for us...
up, down, left and right.
We take different routes forward,
we have to hide.
We all lay low for some time,
till another similar night...
till another similar night.
on the new moon night.
We all ride together;
fast and light.
We hide behind the cliff,
till our target gets in sight.
We sharpen our blades;
ready for the strike.
Finally we see them,
and charge with all our might.
We hit them hard,
and take them by surprise.
Gradually they get organized;
they start to give us a fight.
The revolt ends soon though;
no one able to survive.
We collect the booty,
and move away from the site.
Soon people will be looking for us...
up, down, left and right.
We take different routes forward,
we have to hide.
We all lay low for some time,
till another similar night...
till another similar night.
Kitna lucky feel kar ra hoga tu ki teri poem sabse pehle maine suni ...
ReplyDeleteI love fiction! Well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dee! :)
ReplyDeleteGood stuff! Very nice read...
ReplyDeleteThe topic demands more intensity though?
Guess so.. This was more out of desperation! Had been long since I had written anything! Next one'll be better.. Promise! ;)
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