A sea of blood consumes a century's pride,
The weeping earth roars out in sudden dread;
The royal crown arrives with victory's tide,
While in triumphant joy, the world lies dead!
The gems upon the crown are tears of pain,
The throne is built upon a hill of bone;
What bitter cost stems from this proud domain?
Alas, as history fades, to neglect thrown!
A blinding pride ignites the victor's eyes,
While broken homes are locked in silent grief;
Across this bleeding ground a black dawn sighs,
As dying conscience brings no true relief!
The cosmic ages guard this horror deep,
Behind the crown, the joys of victory weep.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@September29,2026.
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