war-storm
Warriors of a kind
reporting on ground
amidst booming sounds
Bullets can’t read
words on their waistcoats
Warriors of a kind
caring for the wounded
amidst booming sounds
Bullets can’t read
words on their whitecoats
Warriors of a kind
living albeit in ruins
amidst booming sounds
Bullets can’t read
words of their prayers
War, like storm in ocean
can’t be controlled
but can be traced
yet, destruction is
at its best, loss recur
Warriors in the field
being caught in storm
pray in faith to be saved
to rebuild lives
to rebuild faith
Copyright © thriveni c mysore | Year Posted 2025
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