The calm and the lush green lawn
Is moaning at the advent of the dawn
It hates to see the light
Overcomming the haunted night
Theres no way to delay
The arrival of the day
The past night will never be back again
Neither will this world ever see such men
The wind is lost in this thought-
"Was there a way to avoid the battle fought?"
The helpless damsels are crying,
As in their arms, their beloved is dying.
The battleground is soaked in blood.
As earlier it was, yet in clay and in mud.
The corpse of the dead will forever live,
In the midst of the primitive.
To the enchanted souls and their death knell,
Bids the silent morning- A farewell.
Prayers for the dead will be sent above,
In the honour of their maidens' love.
The memory of the people will hold tight
Onto this scene of a night.
-Karan Ghosh
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