A Full Scenery

An orphan tune ,
draping the hillside serene
with it moved the lazy breeze
filling itself with flower’s fragrance
Slowly came back the orange sun
Waking up from a lulling night’s sleep
touching every sleeping stone
and clearing every leaf
from its share of morning dew

“Wait” the artist stopped for a while
Something’s missing
that makes this a whole

His brush resumed after a while
With utmost care and love he drew
A lovely white-dressed little girl
Rejoicing the morn with her smile

Lone Soldier

Piercing his dagger
in the last enemy's heart,
stood elated , the soldier,
roaring triumphant

Empty battlefield applauded
with the whistles of the dying breeze

Immense vaccum
echoed his blood-filled shout,
not a man is left to acclaim
his win, his might
or his newly acquaired clout

The echo died in the immense silence
a tear rolled out from soldiers eyes

the dying enemy's last heavy sigh
resonated with the soldiers vain glory