ONLY THE BRAVE
It's a cosmos of bloods, tears, pains and sorrow
Where mother don't mourn their dead children
For death Is hanging on the roof of every house
Asking who is the next to pay their tax for living
It's a dark cemetery filled with moaning dead bodies
Where cold souls are buried alive without remorse
Hope and dream are burnt into ashes of memories
For they refuse to live for the moment of their lives
It's a blood thirsty ground of endless gory battle
Where father don't cry for their dropped children
No retreat, no recede; the sounds from their guns
As they keep fighting for ghost reason or source
It's a jungle of thorny trees and callous carnivore
Where life are live at the expense of the weak bones
Greedy foxes; keep consuming chickens with feathers
Fierce lion; unable to tell apart the goat from grasses
It's a region of angry thunder and frustrated lightning
Where wicked storm break into Diamond thresholds
Heartless winds strip loose-fitted clothes from bodies
Letting them face the naked truth of their weaknesses
It's a vacuum of crying widows, orphans, and sources
Where the chance to survive is a narrow hell hole
Such a painful journey through the needle's eyes
Wail no more, these are inevitable ransoms of living
It's a space where kindness is a reflection of cruelty
I peeped through my window to really see the light
I saw brothers falling off from the stairs of heaven
Stand up, dust off, only the brave survive on that route.
©® Jamiu Ahmed
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