Blood dripped from the sleeves of his kurta
As his survival story unfolded into the layers of his turban,
His bruised arms spoke the the volumes of endless bloodshed
Brother killing brother,
There was no relief
Just the wait of death
And it's sweet release
He wanted to escape the torment and so he paved his way
Across seven seas
To settle into a land that he hoped to call his own.
Author's note:
Hello! This is my first book .I hope you all like it .Please vote ,comment and share.So, that's it ! Thank you!
