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,
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Who will sip
The cup of victory?
Copyright © Monoj Panday | Year Posted 2021
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