A War Not Won

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A misty wind on a warm, bright day,
A lush green meadow, and a bright blue bay,
The red glazy sun behind the icy cold clouds,
The mistletoe grown on the dead men's shrouds.

The day after war, about to bring peace and calm,
Some soldiers dead, some with blood on their palm,
The so called winners, to celebrate their win,
Slaughtered the weak and had a grin

The families of the dead grieved with sorrow,
The people feared for their family's tomorrow,
The King however had a princely feast,
"To win" he cheered and drank as a beast.

Peace wasn't restored to those who survived,
Calm were the souls who had fought and died,
Neither did win in this battle of pride,
The thousand deaths were the loss of the sides.



Comments

  1. RikMay 31, 2021 at 8:49 AM

    After a long time...something wonderful has been penned by you

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  2. UnknownMay 31, 2021 at 8:55 AM

    Very nice poem🖒🖒🖒🖒

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  3. UnknownMay 31, 2021 at 8:56 AM

    Just nailed it. Der aye par dhurust aye sahi. Week e 2 poems atleast charis.

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  4. UnknownMay 31, 2021 at 8:57 AM

    Bhai darun hoyeche... Mon ta bhalo laglo keep it up ❤️

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  5. walkerMay 31, 2021 at 9:03 AM

    Wow. Amazing.

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  6. SamadritaWritesMay 31, 2021 at 9:03 AM

    Peace wasn't restored to those who survived,
    Calm were the souls who had fought and died
    This two lines...damn...fidelity...

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  7. UnknownMay 31, 2021 at 9:17 AM

    Spell

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  8. SwarnangshuMay 31, 2021 at 9:18 AM

    Fantastic poem
    Khub bhalo hoeche

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  9. UnknownMay 31, 2021 at 9:25 AM

    best poem everrrr

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  10. Paint with ArkodeepMay 31, 2021 at 10:08 AM

    Oshombhob sundor likhechi bro... Love it... ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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  11. UnknownJune 1, 2021 at 5:43 AM

    Awesomee~

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