The
Rolling Dice
The wheels are turning,
The fire is burning.
The heat seeps through,
The heart breaks in two.
The story is repeated,
The lover is cheated.
The sale is made,
But... he never played.
The cruel game beyond comprehension,
The motives lose direction.
The confused drown,
The winners stay for another round.
The kill is sweet,
The taste of blood and meat.
The pastures are bare,
stripped of compassion and care.
The land is lonely,
The fire is hungry.
It feeds on and on,
The benign land stays strong.
The sun will rise,
Put an end to the haunting cries.
The foolish stay and hope,
The weak die, unable to cope.
The river cuts in,
The land crumbles within.
The doves take to flight,
They can't stay another night.
Rahul
Jadhav
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