the battle field

I still remember that day,

Faces of soldiers were growing gray.

Guns were ready,

Armours were ready,

Men were searching for their prey..

This was the work of some political punk,

Who had made,

people's life a funk.

Fathers were crying,

mothers were crying Sisters were crying,

Brothers were crying,

Watching their life ,going to be sunk.

Rain was in mood to cause a flood,

Fighters were in mood to shed their blood.

Soldiers died,relatives cried..

Only Death was laughing

and life was on side.

Sky was full of smoke and fire,

Hearts was full of emotions and desire.

Some were shot in eye,

some in head,

The ground was full of bodies dead.

When all was lost,

the one side won,

The political punks were having fun.

But, what was the need of that ugly strife,

To end the innocent people's pimping life..