War

Sore was swollen.

He scratched.

It burst and surged.

Pus flows normally.

Many boils grew there.

Sores found its stream.

To another man.

Nobody could stop the flow.

One boil there,

One bursts the boil of the other,

Other bursts two boils in return.

Now the difference is one.

It sprouted again,

The war started on one boil.

 

Tricky moves

Tumours burst.

One of his

And in return one.

Started bursting

One after another

Sometime there

Two sores burst.

Here it became four.

A number of boils,

Boiled one after the other.

Swellings started spinning

Pain uncontrolled.

Both in sores and wounds,

No one came with scent,

They continue to rub,

Wounds were raw,

Blood was dripping,

No end to war,

Stepped on each other's wounds,

Why did they continue?

It’s the swollen sores.

And the pus flows

Natural to all sores.

To barrel of the mind,

You can't break the pawn.

War started in the mind.

Boils on the body.

Then the war of bodies.

 

A war bursting boils,

Body boil sprouted in the mind.

You can't handle it with a gun

Show the mirror,

In front of the gun.

Show the mirror,

In front of the gun.

Let the mirrors also break.

All the mirrors are broken now,

Still, the sores remain.

Still, the scores remain.

Is that one or two?

Still, the sores remain.

Still, the scores remain.

Is that one or two?