Monday, August 31, 2009

A Story To Be Told

Let me tell you a story
A story
you already are
acquainted with
A story
of slained truth
Maligned humanity,
sacrificed dignity.

The story was forged
in the midnights
Half of august had gone
with almost
equivalent part of century
& ironically mother
was divided into half too
A part for me,another for you.

Now the part with me
like the part with you
was mutilated its humans humiliated
but we took pride,the way
foxes smile on a carcass
the soul was depleted
left over was just
a contaminated mass.

This contaminated mass
was what both sides wanted
& so badly that
they fought three times
over and over again
and you better know
that when a hand fights another
who gets the pain.

But many Augusts
have passed many will pass by
along with
many humans unknown
many a august company nigh
but who cares let them go
We would fight,we would die,
we would not bow.

So the story of blood carries on
though many die infants
or live for food
but never get much of it
slowly crawling to death
hunger,depravity
is what human is
destined to

and we fight for
land,
patriotism,
religion.
This fight is on whom
we are breathing
we are its minion

The story is in a circle
it goes
The red liquid is harmless
it just flows.

4 comments:

Manjari Singh said...

wow so meaningful . loved it!

Arnav said...

Amazing
Such depth in each line ..

Keep Writing and SMiling :)

~*~ Jal Pari ~*~ said...

Simply beautiful

Anurag Shrivastava said...

"and you better know
that when a hand fights another
who gets the pain"

such great lines, said so subtly....amazing