POEM NO.5

OK..this is not all that crap..i was talkin to my friend janani over the phone the other day..she was tellin about the ppl around the world..y we are gifted...sounded real weird to me..but anyways she was tellin me abt the soldiers at LOC..abt their sacrifice and stuff..as i had nothin to do i was thinkin abt wat she said..and i saw a poem comin at the end of it..here goes nothin..

Guns and barrels,
Cries of pain,
Bloodshed ridden,
All over the place..

Succumbed to the enemy,
Scorched by gun powder,
Wounded corpses,
Of sargents and soldiers..

The battlefield drenched,
By the tears of love,
The doom of life,
Stays dormant,no deny..

Souls of the deceased,
Hover on the ground,
Searchin for a way,
For comfort in the grave..

Some look at hell,
A few look at heaven,
But none can quench,
The thirst of the demon..

With the red in his eyes,
He swoops on their lives,
No oil in the bath,
Only pain left to rot..

There you go..a poem which somewhat makes some kind of sense..thus the CRAP POETRY SERIES officially comes to an end....i thank u all for ur support..i'd love it if u screw each n every poem in this series..!![:p]