Smoke

SMOKE

rumor.. That is how it starts..
With his pen and words with others
My father went to war.. He die and that was it
Honour and defence .. That is how it start
My brother is on the battle field
This is just like a smoke

The fire wood is far but the smoke we saw
Who blames the firewood for bringing the smoke?
The fire is an hero not the smoke.. The smoke got the blame..maybe a little fame..
The man with the pen under air condition is the wood.

Cry if you can when our heroes are back
Few gun shoot might be all you remember about them
They are smoke they vanish away
When pen shall exchange hands and another man starts the rumor of war
The former shall be an hero who fought for his country
But my father is a smoke that die for his country to defend honour

Tell my brother not to die.
He will just be another smoke like his father
The man with the pen will get the honour of the battle.. If lost he is still an hero
You are just a smoke ..

Like a smoke the true heroes fade away without honour
The man with the rumor of war .. The man that started the war with his pen and words takes the glory
The rest that die on the battle field remains a smoke..
Just a smoke that fade away

Am ADP