War-zone

A Poem by Sarthak Sadani

A mind picture of the war zone.

As the dusk set in,preparations were done for the dawn, Hearts were snatched and minds taken away by brawn. Filled with smog with which vision had to fight,
The people loathed at the sight of something bright.
As they were used to the ill-lit,
The thought of light didn't seem much fit.
Water was a luxury and food considered divine,
The atrocities they faced weren't even suitable for swine.
Houses turned to remains,
Everybody had on their clothes,the blood stains.
For which had to be a fortnight,lasted for over a year,
The earth terrified and the skies longed to be clear.
The meaning of life appeared vague and pale,
For it was so ambiguous,it went below the scale.
The smell of gunpowder filled the air,
Terrorists had fled in and made it their lair.
It was so unbearable that people chose death over life,
The leaders of the nations couldn't care less and had a strife.
In the first world,they were having debates,
As their decisions will decide these people's fates.