ritwika raha


From Behind The Bars

I stand behind those brazen bars,
Of a dungeon in those ill famed towers,
A soldier once, but now a captive here I stand,
With the living remains of my native land! !

Embedded in my memory lane
How that day did craft with several men!
How blood quenched blood and made faces pale…
This war, like a rolling wheel, is a resurrecting tale.

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