State Of War Poem by parth gwari

When the sky is full of smoke and inaudible snobs of brothers tears the soul.
It’s the time when countries are at war.

Road filled with rusty metals, hearts full of fear and eye refuses to show tears.
It’s the time when countries are at war.

Agony visits disguised as glory and to some blood seem rose.
It’s the time when countries are at war.

From sunrise to sunset even after that heroes are killed and born.
It’s the time countries are at war.