Volume 7

The Poet’s Sphere
Farewell
- Simone Kahlon
Wars and
Kingdoms
- Nidhi Singh
A mystery that boggles me since time
unknown,
of men fighting battles for a draconian
regime with a crippled throne.
Spurting blood, neighing horses,
clenched swords and raging eyes,
subdue the pain in those million
innocent cries.
As the dead outnumber the living,
the ones left behind forgive and try
forgetting.
Miles of barren land with stains of ego,
rivalry, greed and betrayal,
become sinned grounds with its
unique historical label.
Thus, a kingdom arises with
death as its founding
pillar,
waiting for yet
another war
that will be
bigger.
We came back from where we left,
To the very same place where we first met.
Initially, it was just eye contacts and awkward
smiles,
And now we hugged each other with teary
eyes,
Wondering how time actually fifties.
When we first came here we explored every
new place.
Now we tiptoed past them with our own
stories to embrace,
Thought to ourselves it was Indeed a crazy
phase.
With our every joyous and cheery meet
And pressurizing our friends to give us a
treat.
The burden of engineering assignments used
to gradually deplete.
Now we all walk out with placements in our
hands to flaunt,
but deep down reliving our college days is all
we want.
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