Forest Of Fire Poem by Diplove gautam

We are in the land, with the same sand.
We breathe the same air, with our lungs.
The war broke in east, it is not far.
They have built wall and constructed bar.
Killing and bleeding the assassins they hire.
Turning into ashes, its forest of fire.

War in this life, miserable and chaotic time.
Reason of power, they bleed over the lime.
House of tent, Canopy of bombs and bloods.
Many have been killed, still it flood.
Burning flames are into our desire.
Turning into ashes, its forest of fire.

Beauty and ugly or Black and white.
Its natural, we share same light.
Trembled in fear, we here thy babel.
Wretched in war, makes us all nibble.
Running away far, we climbed more higher.
Turning into ashes, its forest of fire.