Amidst the awful battlefield imbibed with blood,
Lay rigid thy carcass,O braveheart!
Thy helmet and weapon as if persiting their duty
Thy stoned eyes perhaps;hunting thy foe, O mighty!
Thy corpse bear innumerable scar,
But thy smile claims them as gifts from war.
Mother Earth cannot bear the wieght of thy corpse,
Even she got chocked under the debt of thy jobs.
Thy mother,there,continues admiring her diety;
Oh! in vain,all in vain.
Will you ever return from your duty?
Thy father bearing your corpse on his shoulder
Bet,would never had ever felt more prouder.
Thy torso surpassing by thy locality
Amongst the agitated mob roars a kid with audacity:
" Mom,I will render his duty".
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On the backdrops of war, it's dark side and it's bright side. .and it's after effect