Seed of Need

This is another attempt to write what I think is a round poem because the stating and the ending point of the poem remains same. Enjoy it.

Seed of Need

There was a time when they lived under my green shades,

Untill their needs grew too much to cut me, chop me, build me, paint me,

They extracted my dyes; they made me into papers,

To restore the knowledge and pass it on to the generations

Read by Hundred, scattered in thousand, making a brilliant enlightened expressions,

Hitting the neurons inside their brains, sparking the idea to make the change,

Forcing them to foresee their future, letting them know the work of nature,

That was the time when need killed me, this is the time when need needs me,

To expand there need to inflate their reaches,

Now they conserve me, preserve me and re-grow me, to be a seed,

A seed of their need.

No Man's Land

Here is one of my first attempt in poems. I hope you all will like it.



No Man’s land

There was a no man’s land, abandoned by both the nations due to its barren capabilities,

It would have retained its status, till an explorer claimed tons of oil under its face,

Soon the land converted into documents by nations’ bureaucracy,

The documents rose tension on people’s faces and greed in leaders’ heart,

The greed leads to meetings, pact, conclaves, while the tension transforms to prayers and blessings,

Those meetings brought the conflicts and the conflicts lead to politics, while politics ends with a war,

Where war defines strategies, attacks, bloodshed with a winner, loser and another war,

With guilt in minds and tears in eyes on a no man’s land no man alive!

Where dead rots to fossil, fossil rots to fuel, fuel rots to fight,

To make the cycle wind and wind,

The no man’s land remains as wild.