I have drawn numerous lifelines
On the shore of time.
I faught thousands of wars,
More and more battles
I have never win!
My wounds are getting old,
They are still bleeding
I draw the borderlines of my skies.
But time and again
The dark clouds cast their shadows on
The History of time.
There is nothing remains
But the wounds of life
And words of war...
Braja K Sarkar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/words-of-war/
