Victorious Defeat

Hushed squeals under the loud battle cries,

The sounds of cannons have Gods petrified,

A father's sorrow, A mother's cries,

Makes the feeling of victory so hollow and lie

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As the buildings fall, the city's soul dies,

The populace find nothing dear than their lives,

Fountains that gave sweet water to life,

Only splutter out blood, and a smell very rife.

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As the rifles fall, the war nears an end,

The city lies in ruins, that stood so grand,

Human blood and bodies lie on the line,

When the power-brokers of country sip on wine.

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Thank you Mitul, for contributing this wonderful creation of yours to my blog. I don't have to write anything about what you have written..no words are good enough. Great!

- For Asthir Amdavadi
Mitul Shah !