BANKS OF BHIMA

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ON THE BANKS OF BHIMA

On the bloody banks of Bhima
Inhabited two dangerous gangs
Whenever they clashed
The surroundings resounded with loud bangs

The enmity that had begun with ancestors
Had continued spreading its venom
The conflicts prevailed, Battles were fought
Sacrifices were made, many lives were lost

Banks of Bhima were there battleground
Where recoil of gun was the only sound
Blood was spilled, Men were killed
With widows the town was filled

The gangs seamlessly despised each other
Aware that their ancestors were once brothers
The same land on which brothers together flew kites
Later became the reason for their fight

Brothers were turned into foes
To slit each others throat, they took vows
Since then the rivalry had grown more profound
The abhorrence now had no bound

Retribution was the essence of this battle
Each others peace both wanted to rattle
Lordship of the land both wanted to gain
For this sake battles were fought again & again

One gang worshipped the scorpion god
Another were devotees of thunder lord
Lambs were beheaded as gifts for deity
In the fright they dwelt destitute of gaiety

To slay the leaders plans were contrived
Traitors infiltrated each other’s syndicate
Food was poisoned in a way very delicate
Scorpion chieftain fell for this, thus was murdered

The kinsfolk of his were struck by shock
They wept in dolor, there castles were locked
Riflemen were posted on turrets and gates
His son overtook the thorn in this rueful state

Plans were conjured in cold blood
reassessed so that they won’t be dud
At nightfall the chief and his pack
Took an errand & adversary’s castle was sacked

Many were killed on that dreadful night
Nox had shrieked on this horrendous sight
The banks of Bhima were soaked in red
The land was clothed with bodies of dead

The scorpion duce had held his arms high up in air
Felt he had won & now everything was fare
His robes were drenched in blood, his body shook
A life for a life, now that he had took

The crusade had reached its brink
Sun yet to raise, sky had turned to pink
With fatal wounds the duce could not fend
The war of ages thus had met its end.

                ~Surya
Dramatic

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