Battlefield

a poem by Prateek

Bombs and canons everywhere
Not a light of life
Canon, canon everywhere
All aimed at mine.

Water, water nowhere
Only blood to drink
Blood, blood everywhere
Not a drop to live.

Thorns, thorns everywhere
None to stitch my wound
Spilling blood everywhere
I shall live till noon.

Flesh pieces everywhere
Not a complete man to find
Intact men somewhere
All deprived of life.

Vultures, eagles everywhere
What an ugly sight
There I see my victor king
Let one feed at mine.