Megalith me

Megalith me,

Rooted to the same spot,

Testament to aeons of history,

I hear birds regale their escapades of flight,

I see humans enjoying their nature walk,

Enthused about narratives, wished to move around,

Exercise in cheery weather? Yes!

Immunity boost they say,

Inched and a fall,

Still forever.

49 words.

Thoughts behind the poem :- I actually wanted to pen down a humour poem, narrating how a Megalith wished to exercise, (taking inspiration from everyone around), only to realise its efforts are in vain. Try as much, just like my protagonist, Megalith’s attempt in vain, my attempt at a humour poem is also in vain. Nevertheless publishing, this being my first attempt at a humour poem. Also linking this piece to a humour blogger, I admire a lot, Radhika Acharya, you are sure to catch a few laughs reading her posts.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you Sammi Cox for running the Weekend Writing prompt challenge. The challenge is to write a piece using the word megalith in exactly 49 words. For rules please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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