The Changing Tide

By Dakshan Kora

once they laughed in open fields

chasing their dreams on spinning wheels

hands held tight with heart soar free

world of wonder wild and breezy

time forwards with a steady phase

soft cheeks now show its trace

voices deepen smiles turn sky

questions arise as they ask why

rules once followed now debated

voices strong yet complicated.

walls they build, yet seek embrace,

dance of distance, love and space

 Once they ran to greet the day,

Now they pause, and look away,

Yet in their eyes, a spark remains

A soul still young, just rearranged.

The city trembled, torn in two,

As whispers spread and chaos grew.

Mark Anthony, with fire in speech,

Turned grief to rate, revenge in reach

A war was waged, the throne was lost,

Their treachery came with heavy cost.

Fell those who struck with cruel deceit

Met the Hades, their doom complete

So, power turns like shifting sands,

A fleeting grasp, a fragile hand.

For Rome may rise and rules reign,

But fate is the decider of who must stay.

By Dakshan Kora