Analysis of BATTLES

Look at you, battling with your life injured by its horns
You are like an anthophile eager to pick the roses, poor you hurted with it's thorns
You are that soldier in your battle, who can't afford losing but not at the cost of your people
Gosh your loyalty!! they are swaying up your life, letting your emotions shuffle
You are apt to let the sword past your heart
Cause smiling after being backstabbed is your art
Your blood dispersed through the battlefield is like a liquor to commemorate for your traitors
Still you are glad to see the happiness on the face of your betrayers
✍️ Suchitra Pathak