Soldiers Of The Fallen

By Navneet Chaudhury

Torched with the flames of fraternity,

Anguished were thy hopes of eternity.

Rested was my soul,

But slowly did thy pain unfold.

Bizzare were my rhymes,

Draining my regard for this life.

Soul less were my results,

No second attempts as I could ripe.

Devoid were the fields of imagination.

Heartless as the ocean of deprivation.

Rested among the skeletons was I?

Hope was lost, but agony filled inside.

Frustrated with tasks unwanted,

Lay my spirits which was never founded

Deep in the ocean of thoughts,

Was my mind - unstable and never founded.

By Navneet Chaudhury