An Eternal Dream

The wind was steady, dust flew with it The sky was overcast with opaque black Lightning struck at irregular intervals On the ground there was only blood And men who were true martyrs... The field was stained with pools of red Swords and chopped heads lay Bows and arrows lay, Dead horses and broken chariots lay... The war was over Everything was over Except one, the victorious king He stood in the battlefield Injured but victorious... He looked at the scores of killed With a growing pride in him He had ended the war He was alone, but successful... This war had cost many lives It had destroyed many families It had separated many lovers It had caused much doom... But now this long battle was no more And he was the winner Yes, he was the winner No one was there to share his pride... He laughed in delight He clutched the sword in his palm And in a sudden jerk Pushed it into his stomach! He fell down, blood gushing out of his mouth But still he smiled, and smiled in delight This is what he wanted... He did not want to survive He did not want to live He had no wish to rule He had no longing for his family... No, he knew it well No one wins in a war But the final survivor sees The result of the war... He did not want this war He was a king who loved peace But he was driven into This unnecessary peril... He did not want to be a survivor He wanted to show the world That war can only render Sorrow to the survivors And eternal peace to the martyrs... Thus he died And with his death The last life of the war was gone Never to return... His hope was fulfilled To show the world The ravages and the Consequences of war... Now he wanted to sleep A sleep of eternity And he wanted to dream An Eternal Dream...