Mukta KapurJun 161 min readBarren LandSomewhere far;thousand miles awayLies a barren land;Once inhabitated and full of lifeNow all forgotten and ghastly.The roads that lead to it are all deserted and lonely.Not even a thorn it growsNo one here laughs or mourns.All are buried deep below For they are dead and gone long ago.Time spared none.All through the day and nightGhastly wind just blowsThat tells its tale.The land once fertile and richNow lay all barren and forgotten;As if cursed by some wicked witch.Whatever be the reasonWhat an ill fate it had.And this makes me sad.A place far away where no one cares.It seems so unfairStill the barren land still exists somewhere far; thousand miles away.
Somewhere far;thousand miles awayLies a barren land;Once inhabitated and full of lifeNow all forgotten and ghastly.The roads that lead to it are all deserted and lonely.Not even a thorn it growsNo one here laughs or mourns.All are buried deep below For they are dead and gone long ago.Time spared none.All through the day and nightGhastly wind just blowsThat tells its tale.The land once fertile and richNow lay all barren and forgotten;As if cursed by some wicked witch.Whatever be the reasonWhat an ill fate it had.And this makes me sad.A place far away where no one cares.It seems so unfairStill the barren land still exists somewhere far; thousand miles away.