Skies full of dark clouds,
All around bomb blasts
Seem to be like the red clouds.
No more can be seen by the combats.
All the smiling faces
Turns out to be frowned,
Where can be found such houses?
With a lot of twinkled countenances
Lives all gone, Deads all born
All around shedded with blood;
Which has turned into flood.
Boom! Boom! "Fire the explosives!"
With just a snap of finger,
Which is never addmissive;
Because it acts more than like a ginger...
The happiness that that once resided in the houses,
Has now lost all its values.
The houses that is now filled with despair,
Don't know how to repair!
The ones who sacrificed their lives, Could be remembered forever!
He fought not because he hate what is infront of him,-
But, because he loves what is behind him!
It's a complete lie!
There's nothing to gain in warfare!!!
The solely reaction is that, A mother lost her child,
A family lost their member,
The siblings lost their brotherhood,
The friends lost their soulmate,
The country mother lost her youngster
War is neither attractive nor glamorous:
Rather it is monstrous.
Not to lace the knots;
Of the boot for war,
Because it will surely- Become more than like a deplore!
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Me And My Friend Nature
PoesieA set of poems on different constituents of nature. They are actually like thinking about nature from deep within.
