I walk across the golden sands,
Leaving footsteps of my memories,
Follow me across the lands,
Where no proposed combat stand,
Light and shine seat on either stand,
Where God like Hector measuring Vector,
Of speckled hide, In a Venomous stride,
In a generous heat,
There's a divine retreat,
Smit (hit) in wide awake,
There's a pearly lake,
Shuns the fate, In a receded gate,
Grab of armor an easy pride,
From A Blocked Agog (baffled) mien,
You accost a Spartan Queen,
From Marital to Martial Air,
Kick is fair in each glare,
A divine blessing,
Dumping the messing,
But a warning from mind,
To scarcastic don't be kind,
To greet the trifle,
Be ready with rifle,
Let's see where the wave of memories,
In the golden sands, stop!!
Dekhun ye tarang rukte hai kahan ( line from a song)....

#WritcoPoemPrompt18



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