By Suraj Peddarapu
Weapons are integral part of war,
We start a war, they leave a scar.
Some just serve the purpose to fight,
Some deserve to make things right.
Not every weapon is meant to remember,
Not every weapon makes a dent to surrender.
A weapon forged from iron and steel,
Can inflict wounds that never heal.
A weapon should be long enough to hold and stand straight,
And strong enough to survive a good fight.
A warrior with a weapon can rewrite history,
A weapon can make a warrior script victory.
Few kings held them to conquer empires,
Few kings dueled them and lost their chairs.
Gone are the days
Where weapons forged history,
When kings fought battles that look scary.
We live in the days
Where a residential place becomes a battle field,
When a potential head gets killed.
Gone are the days
Where sharp weapons can slice through nerve strings,
We live in the days
Where humans warp minds and play with feelings.
Gone are the days
When a weapon alters the course of a kingdom,
We live in the days
Where a human tongue decides the stake of a nation's stardom