They laughed and ran
A melodious song they sang,
Ripped clothes and mud baked faces, writ with happiness.
Eyes burning with life, hands flung up in air,
The wind too did them, caress.
Tresses flew in all directions,
Their divinity unaware of all trepidations,
Nature smiled and took a bow.

They lay covered in mud and blood,
Piercing cries all around,
Ripped clothes, agonised faces, writ with the story of pain,
Eyes still and lifeless, fists closed tight with strain,
Stony mothers still did them caress.
Hair knotted and torn,
They lay helpless, devoid of life,
after a battle they fought on their own,
Nature howled and bowed very low.