The shadow of Kalinga hangs on.
Crippled bodies
sublime in ancient battlefields.
Fiends and edentates
rule the World.
And souls wilfully escape into a world
without bondage.
Pain and hunger,
Sufferance,
The Earth in peril.
“Martyred? Aye! Nations immortal sons!”
With their mortal remains
long lost.
We weep silent tears
and count those lines of vanity
on the vain human visage.
Mutable, unaccountable-
Yet, basking in the glory of
victorious battles.
Wait awhile!
This shan’t stay.
When time shall cease to exist
Only I’ll stand strong.
I am Agony of War.
