Wars

The waging war ended with a cry of sorrowful joy.....grapes of sour tastes are scattered at the end of the caursed iroko log....frost of dry feelings repeat its sound of cold smoke....my joy rouse from today to yesterday...drowning in unpleasant laughter strands of hydro filled my flat chin with the motive of entering my wethered mouth it was salty ....salty like war as just started...my soul unites with my body...it just another of noiseless desire for murder...the partition continues...happiness filled in me again with hatred i stabbed my ached heart and i died my death....gains of conflicts is here lets share....wailing of the child still tells moonlight fears in ears...the partition tares...the gains of war is here lets share....wrapped with faded prints she danced round eri and cried....alas my jaw smiled with desperation...hollowing in forestial chants the soldiers marched in anguish....we lost...this is the gain of dispute...this is my share..it ended