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‘The final in the crimson sea’: Poem by Rohan Dikshit, Apeejay School, Kharghar

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Tired he feels
The more he walks the less
He moves
The cold dawn covered him
Just like the warm sunset
His feet wouldn’t move in
The worn tattered soles
Much like his own now
The crimson hurt his sight
Or was it the sand now?
In his bleeding eyes
Was it the coppery life
Shifted from his mouth
To his tears stinging?
Sweet tasteless life he saw
Aeons ago, or was it a day?
As life and sun dyed his eyes
The sea showed its true colours
He thought
Nothing but death in these
Red sands

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