Dark Night…

I remember the dark night,
Thunder shower and no light.
It was gloomy inside and out,
It was a real battle,
I am going to talk about.
A battle not part of a history,
A battle of emotions and fears.
No cannons, no shots,
But still I was bleeding to death.
There was no banner,
To gleam and wave,
It was a battle of babyhood to grave.
The bravest battle I ever fought,
No history or any map can spot…

© 2012 Pimmi Nag