A nonsense dream about a nonsense war

The monster was little, his image large, Upon himself, he loved to barge.

Shahzeb Khan/Shahzeb Khan November 24, 2012
A long time ago,

In a forest full of glum glee,

The morning sun rose overnight,

As a child and a monster prepared to fight.

 

The monster was little, his image large,

Upon himself, he loved to barge,

The child was young yet elderly,

Having slaved his years masterly.

 

The starry night was overcast,

The moon was bright, the forest dark,

And it was very quietly sung,

The bitterly sweet song of the lark.

 

The monster brushed his bloody jaw,

And unevenly trimmed his claw,

Scrubbing with a leafy, barren branch,

He washed in a muddy avalanche.

 

The child, amidst his silent grunt,

Milled his sword sharply blunt,

He ate what you call a king’s snack,

Disgustingly delicious carps in a pack.

 

So both may get their attack just right,

The two decided to flee to fight,

Back to back, they faced each other,

Each shunned his fears in a shudder.

 

The child wobbled on legs steady,

He was unprepared and ready,

In the looming shadow of the tiny giant,

He began to feel dutifully defiant.

 

Presenting a violently peaceful sight,

They fought a fiercely friendly fight,

The child with all his helpless might,

The little monster in his blight.

 

Each fought unto the dawn sunset,

The child then won, as all had bet,

The friendly foes hurt soothingly,

Having pounced at each other broodingly.

 

And when the morning sunset rose,

My poem had all been dreamt in prose,

Yet Afghanistan was still not won,

The Taliban were still not done.
WRITTEN BY:
Shahzeb Khan An environment activist and a member of the WWF Young Leaders’ Club who is also the author and illustrator of the book “The Tiny King and the Evil Sorcerer.
The views expressed by the writer and the reader comments do not necassarily reflect the views and policies of the Express Tribune.

COMMENTS (4)

Rex Minor | 8 years ago | Reply shahzeb, You are a talent with great potential. You dream well and write like an angel. In your moment of absence the conflict did come to end as it was meant to end. there was no winner but plenty of those who lost one or another and tired were they still and are now in deep sleep, in the beautiful land of the braves, with its lush valleys and tall mountains. But then it was after all a dream of the one in youth. God bless you and tell us more of your dreams. Rex Minor
Ayesha Pervez | 8 years ago | Reply You write poetry well, Shahzeb!
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