" THE INCOMPLETE DEATH"

It was midnight,
The cold was at it's height,
I was walking through a lane,
The time when i passed by a dane,
He was the first person to meet me that night,
He was dressed like cops as if he was ready to fight,
Those were the days of the war,
He was alone and was rushing fiercely towards his car,
Though, the war place was not too far,
By the time he was shooted by a gun,
And he was'nt left to see the rising sun,
The time he was put on the flame,
Yeah, his hands moved to claim,
But it was too late,
Every year on the same date,
I pay my visit to the same place,
To see me one more timeas apart of the people's race,
The place for me is a wreath,
Where I suffered my 'INCOMPLETE DEATH'...

Good one Arooniema

very good arooniema

Welcome to yoindia Arooneima ji
very good work
just keep it up!!!