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...
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