The land reddens, the human corpses scatters. Countering the bombs, TNTs and bullets, the ready bosoms seems standing with pride and stance. Time passes. Thousands of children are destined to orphan and more than thousands are doomed to become widow. Even the villains heart proudly suppressing self ads an incarnation of god is not touched. Time passes. The war escalates; the blood floods. The invincible storm of energy flows. From six year child to eighty years old marches enthusiastically, They were confident the river returns in 12 years and at last the inevitable occurred. The river returned. The oppressing autocracy became compelled to bow before the united people. The tunnel of the gun is broken, boom, bullets and gun powders extinct. And at last all people got sense….Oh breath of peace after a long run of time
By balaram shrestha
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