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.
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