War: The Bitter Truth
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.
Semester I-B, VSIT