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 ------ 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. ------ 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. ------ 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 !