Imprint
It’s the trauma of war...and how innocent people are made victim in it…
Below the dark clouds
Lies barren land
Witnessing mankind
Beneath the sand
Searching for their fault
Praying for another day
Before a last wish
Their whispers die away
Civilization ahead
Now a thing of the past
Where love rested
Life breathed its last
Generations later, eyes
Looking out in vain
Cries its heart out
At imprints of pain
Lies barren land
Witnessing mankind
Beneath the sand
Searching for their fault
Praying for another day
Before a last wish
Their whispers die away
Civilization ahead
Now a thing of the past
Where love rested
Life breathed its last
Generations later, eyes
Looking out in vain
Cries its heart out
At imprints of pain
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