Vary Vietnam

Sirons and bells of no temple or holy cause It was the time in Vietnam at field of wars Uncertain and chaotic situation it was for all Taking life on hand everyone had to stroll Heart was panting of those left at home As all knew war can leave them lone Final result though was clearly known Soon air was shock and grief prone I was on the forefront being the senior Ordering and commanding far and here Sudden a gasp of blood flowed near Start of devotion my legs have to bear Went on and on for now it was a bullet One which swore to fix up all hatred Ah! It was part of my blood –"Brother" Moving on difficult, impossible rather Heart crying seeing his breathe dying And heartless me I was still spying Being on duty to save the millions When one in a million went oblivion With all senses alive saw helpless side Not helping the one who took my ride I should have been on his place lying If he would not have landed sighing Tremor of questions worst than calamity World was dying for senseless depravity Shame! I was a part of such destruction Has ever war lead to any construction Ground bleeding humans and sentiments War never helped replace lost elements “Stained Time” never becomes a healer It just teaches to live with vacant feeler. Name:Sneha Agarwal Name of contest: World of War-Vietnam