Ironical Escape
Wading in the marsh
Heron, stood still in tranquil
Sensing his death, near.
Yet, contemplating the path, he undertook
The stormy winds dismantled his venture,
Keeping his tranquil stillness on hold
His creed, outworn, turned agitated.
Vortex, swallowed all his rampant fiction;
Deadly marshland marked his jurisdiction.
- Ishika Jain
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