Tale Of Dunes

By Hritik Kumar

Well! I tell you the tale of dunes

Each day I rise, I find

My siblings sand dunes full of excite

I have too many an arcs

All big and wide

Smallest little crater ever to find

Many things, tell you, I have

Since your days are confined

Exploring the newer hearts

I am the one, being walking in the dark

I’ve smoother edges leeward

Smoother than the marbles you know

And smoothest than the clouds you see

My edges are sharp,

Sharper than the sword

It protrudes in itself

Whenever there is a walk

Only, if out of purpose you visit me

Might be due to my warm nature

Regardless of my warm affection for you

I’ve storms without thunder and jems to plunder

All of thee I give the same colour

To remind, well, of their same origin

But all my dunes are differently patterned

All to praise at a glance

For the rare striking earthly beauty that I potent

Most of you are away from me

For I am the burnished one

Although brown my complexion may be

I am happy with the sun

My spurs are heated red and blue

Yet, affection I hold for you

Splash water on my grains

And buckets of words on my brain

I get to see those words evaporate

While I toughly store the rain

You might think of conquering time

And mine are the grains of time

All brown and dusty, full of sweat

Nature’s beauty I won’t pretend

I’ve the softest heart ever

To give you innumerable chances to ponder upon

And well then to change your footprints on the sand of time

But when you walk on and on

And enter some concrete land

You might never know yet I keep those

Footprints down on my hands

And each day and each moment

I slowly turn those pages to portray the coming once

I am the oldest historian ever, but my pages are lost

By Hritik Kumar