We watched them leaving- Leaving for the western plateau. We have our kin over there. They have promised them free passage. Will the others do the same?
Some of them vowed to come back. Some of them cursed us back. It has been a short yet intense battle! After all they are, …they were… I still remember the day when The first flames arose… Anyway, The lands are ours. Also the livestock. They are never going to come back, Perhaps.
The king is happy. So are we. I hope the gods are happy too. The seer saw other things though: The wrath of gods and kings! But it’s still a long way to go! Will the kingdom live till then?
We’ve to be alert tonight. In case, …just in case… It’s not easy to leave your land Forever!
Poet’s Note – A quote from Rajeshwar Gupta’s preface to his essay “The Rig Veda, A History Showing how the Phoenicians had their earliest home in India”: “A great war broke out in the remote old days between the Indian Aryans and the Phoenicians in which the latter were defeated and compelled to leave wholly or partially the land of the Aryans.”
Who knows the future? Secrets in the palm of jesting mind. Deep dwells the forgotten past, a reminder of untold losses. A life adorned with love, kindness, loyalty, and selflessness. Questions unanswerable pecking the essence of sanity Fate says the
Eerie the right and weird the atmosphere, Lightning flashes fearful faces, Giant trees cast sinister shadows, Danger lurks in the oddest of places, I stumbled on a stone and hit my head down, I suddenly realized that I had strayed
When I look back the silent darkness I had left in the deep woods a long ago where I had planted few seeds of my memories to grow but I found those seeds grown with thorns of exasperation and annoyance