Always admired the attitude
of a Angry young man,
and wanted to be the leader of a fleet,
with bottles of beer and members ten.
To impress the girl,
I fought with the friends,
but later it became my behaviour,
and mixed my life in the sands.
Now not these heroes,
but gangsters became my idol,
and these desires ruined my life,
and now my thoughts are suicidal.
It was easy
to kill someone with a knife,
but now these enemies
are running behind my wife.
Can’t even count,
How many husbands I have burnt,
How many sons I have killed,
and don’t even know how many fathers I have grilled.
Didn’t even thought once,
when I threw them from a train,
but now when I face it,
I can imagine their immense pain.
Someone who was waited,
never came back,
because I was behind it,
who packed their bodies in a brown sack.
I thought that,
I travelled on the right track,
But at the last junction I realised,
that THE COLOUR OF WAR is black.