Rohan Nambiar - Charnel

Creeping dead sound bells
Comes to lost minds
Mystic feel of fear
May evoke at the war front
A body to loose, battle to be won
Pride and honour to the nation
Stocks may see ups and downs
Some body loose, others win
All have to die a day
Without exclusion of cast and creed
Battles of glory with tainted sadness
Nothing distinct in good and evil
Where bodies & parts dislocated
Piling up with a sense of unity
Is mind and body made a seperation
Life after death the another one
Above doubts remain a mystery
This is the place where
Mind and body have a rest

Rohan Nambiar

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