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War

Men die in war war occurs for men In a war we play the game of faku Blood The colour of blood never changes It remains the same. Blood lies on the ground Being the morning sun. I ask blood who has borne you? The sky? the wind? Blood does not speak It stays amidst restless desires. War between men and men War for the missing people On one side, the victors On the other side lies the humanity defeated. Now a question arises, Address : Bandormari, P.O- Nohat, Dist- Sivasagar, Assam. (India) 8402808834 Who will sip The cup of victory?

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