The great war
a fantasy in daily life
from dawn to dusk
congenial to implication in every one's life
a lot of blood are shed
in the form of sweat
with the toil for survival of livelihood
the great conqueror wins the great war
with full discipline, devotion and sincerity
throughout the day
You can judge yourself
if you are winner or looser
to win this war
you need not to shed blood of other
your soul is the only diplomat
you ask your soul
if you have dishearten any one
you ask your soul
if you have cheated any
in any means
nay, not so
you are winner otherwise looser
your creative mind is the identity
to win the great war.
ramesh rai
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