A war is a small trend

but life cries till end.

All of us loose

But why again we choose?

The real war is after the war…

And that is for sure

When the dead arrives home

Quietly saying…they were the gnome.

All of them wrote see you soon…

But now their reflection is only visible in the moon.

The body shouts ….he was the king of the battle

Tears even in the eyes of the cattle.

Loneliness all around….

Who we meant to him…that for us he fell dead on ground

The bond breaks like a simple thread

Now who will earn the bread?

The world salutes these braves

But what of them? …who are crying in front of their graves

Its very easy to declare a war…. sit and order

Some tell them ….the situation at the border

A war is a small trend   ……but life cries till end.

Sarthak Sharma

Semester I-B, VSIT