Hell 2.0 Poem by Smrutiranjan Parida

A nightmare of bloodshed fades
With sparkling sunlight as riot's deads
Tomorrow's morning or tomorrow's night
Clears the pavement out of heads

Tomorrow's day will write a new
Story of red sword or a bloody view
Vultures on some fresh flesh body
And that's after wars are queue

Bellows of the shooting pistols
Feeble sound of wailing rows
Groaning a cattle of human beings
Man has taken the killing vows

Inferno spreads steady and quite
Spreads sucking humans near
Doubly redoubles life's burden
Increases inevitably the end's fear