At War - Poem by RUBAB ATWAL

A heart of flames
In a world of dew
Might lose to time's games
And bring in a world so new
The envy from the heart
Stung the ice like a bee
This was just apocalypse's start
Fell the life and the tree
Abominable was the razing
So the wind took sides
And fell the heart to gazing
Water wins as fire it elides

With ravage and wind on its side
The news of its strenght reaches far and wide
But unforgettable is the fire
Whose invincibility perished
And the survival of the red was dire
Victory by the wind was cherished
But unfair it had been
And reap must it what it sow
Death of fire both had seen
But who does unfortunate future know
The victory is a disguised end
And only time's loyal friend.

Topic(s) of this poem: nature

Form: Ballad

Comments about At War by RUBAB ATWAL

  • Terry Craddock (1/23/2016 11:14:00 PM)

    'But who does unfortunate future know
    The victory is a disguised end'

    intriguing lines, which so often applies to the beginnings of wars also, the architects of war have close connections with factories producing weapons of war, and the billionaires reaping in profits from the sales
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 23, 2016

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