The sun rises with a new day, with new hopes, with shining wealth,
gloomy night is replaced with lights and hopes, joy encloses by stealth.
It has always an end, how dark a day and complex a way,
And I am a verse of a poet,I am a dream statue the formation of clay.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
The War: A free form verse
It was an uneasy day scheduled for destruction.
with loaded guns stormed the foes
with the same course of action from the other
There was no humanism, what all there was, flying bullets,
the dash sounds of thirsty swords licking blood, spears ready to poke
and the laying
bodies on muddy surface with deep wounds and slashes.
The vehement sounds of haughtiness dominated
and yells around. No one there was inferior,
they all charged up like the
thunder to fall over others.
Lots of innocent people were burned as if they were a
bundle of woods,
some were buried like the same way seeds inside the land.
scattered around with feverishness, yelling for their lives,
evacuated, some rendered homeless and some were beheaded.
Even the Sun that day was behind the clouds for backing itself
not being witnessed of the major laying waste.
Breezes were not the same;
they blew with the smell of hate and immorality along.
Flying Birds were only
safe, sometimes not, when the bullet reached them without informing.
the bullets alone there, had no discrimination.
The revenge of no personal grudges was still the matter of pride.
Armed men decided to back home after making few never go back.
and killing spread far away till the reach of sight.
It was a disheartened scene
with regular progression for a long.
Hours later there was nothing left but a silence
bestowed with torment, the earth had lost so many hearths.
Place was calm. There
was no manly uttering around just few dogs, crows and reptiles.
Dogs there were
barking happily, they got lot to have,
but it was again a war because a troop of cawing crows reached near.
It was dogs’ barking and crows’ cawing and crows’
cawing and dogs’ barking alternately.
They were fighting for the wastes of the decapitated
who were unfortunately killed while fighting...
The fight which
began, left nothing, neither the people nor the reasons.