Not a third time, ahh yes! Well, No,
As the bride was seated on the unbridled horse
The typhoon engulfed the fires which smoldered,
When the swords kissed ,the warriors were unperturbed !
A world devoid of emotions, a planet that had gone astray,
Where guns and knives sympathize to liaison the “if” with the “will”.
Not a leaf moved, Silence hovered around to see,as it spotted
A soldier ,Alive! in its battlefield ,was abandoned by his dead comrades ,to bleed.
The woman trembled with fear , as she screened herself behind the rocks
Silence , drifted ,as if it was the king of time,
She was thirsty , she needed water to save the “herb of nine”.
The skirmish did end for the War was left to be fought,
for the number of numbers fought, were always prime.
for the number of numbers fought, were always prime.
