Fleet Of Ships

The ships are moving,

With laziness,

Whenever people see the Ganges,

They are excited,

To welcome those warriors,

From the warships,

When the fleet of Ships,

Reached the shore,

The garlands,

Diyas,

Drum sounds,

Welcomed them,

Everyone's attention,

Is to see the soldiers,

To congratulate them,

But,

The ships were empty,

They are filled with weapons,

Blood-marked weapons,

Torn maps,

Damaged jewels,

Broken dreams,

Of partners,

Who sent them to war.