Well i just felt like writing something now. But as usual the problem is what should i write ? Shall i start about bits and bytes or birds and bees ? Oh No ! Better not to write anything then to write such a thing. Slept quite well afternoon, yet felt sleepy the whole day. I feel sleepy yet, dont want to sleep. A desire that does not rear its head. But its invisble field makes you sound utterly ridiculous.
Just looked around,
  there's something to be found
An object not very long
   to someone, sometime
   it did belong.
Sharp and shiny,
 glinting in the light
not big, not tiny
  invisible in the night
half covered by sand,
  just about peeking out
  just a bit of sun it sought
extending my hand,
  I tried to pull it out.
i tugged and tugged
  not an inch, it budged
I looked at it for a while
  it seemed to give a wry smile
Ignoring it, i could have left
  but my curiosity urged me on
how could i leave it bereft
  so i tried again with energy reborn.
any amount of power
just made it sink lower
since physical attempts 
             proved futile
 i had to apply some guile
I squat down near
  and all the sand around it
I started to clear
  The wind too was curious
  helped me with a force furious
every grain of sand was carried away
revealing the object which beneath lay.
golden with a glitter
  a shape of oblong
when hit by my finger
  made a sound 'gong'
It seemed so exquisite
  with its shape so queer
i decided to take it on a visit
  and show it to each of my peer
Lighter than a feather,
  smoother than leather
From where could it originate
  hey, it seemed to vibrate !
Startled, i looked at it
  and observed it closely
entrenched in my palm
  it felt a bit warm
Then, began my alarm
 
i dont know what came about
 but it seemed to rot !!  
Disintegrating bit by bit,
  the gold turned to sand
each grain as it released itself
   slipped out of my hand
It wholesomely crumbled
  and as i could do nothing,
I mumbled and grumbled
  
The palm, a proud owner
  just a moment ago
is now a loner.
what a big dent to its ego !
Dusting my hands,
  I walked again
the whole exercise amounted
  to nothing but a bit of pain.
Infinite Country by Patricia Engel | Thoughts
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  *Published*: 2021   ||   *Format*: print   ||   *Location*: Colombia
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