Victory a lost.

“War fought for Pride

Victory acclaims in pride

When looking back to celebrate

Victory looked alike as lost”.

Person in the play. A WARRIOR, A KING AND A GOD

Scene.  In the background- A lying of dead bodies on a battlefield.

The warrior spoke to God in empty State, After becoming fully aware of his sin.

Warrior:  Once was mine and thy green earth,

                 Once was brother whom I slain in honor.

                 Forgive me, I was the one who fired forest, slid cites, destroyed town.

                 With heat and light.

                 To whom once beholding I breath a sigh of relief.

                 But nay! Not I was the one, who act this all alone.

                 I was the only artist, nasty was wind.

                 God, punish devil who let my hands get dirt.

God      :  What's left to split virtue and sin, good and bad.

                 Much in you did, much in you get punished

                 Wicked in you act, wicked in you get punished.

King     :   Ay! Very truth.

                 The one begging for forgiveness was the one who laid soul in the grave.

                 God, nay! I am not a devil, not my command were,

                 I was one who let the freedom bloom,

                 I sent man to you who were against your will.

                 I am blameless, I worked for you.

God      :   Your Soul that uttering of freedom is not the  freedom.

                  It’s thy desire.

                  Freedom is not pride that you seek,

                  It’s love that scatter and gives comfort.

               “ Let your desire die,

                  Let your pride die,

                  Freedom will bloom itself."

King     :    But still I am blameless,

                  I read the word that you have written, I practice the religion you spread.

                  Spread joy, eliminate suffering of others.

                  I have spread joy by returning freedom to people,

                  Eliminated suffering by dethroning weak kings who only feud.

In hearing kings statesman warrior spoke in anger.

Warrior: “Suffering was all yours,

                  Joy was all yours.

                  Only the pain is ours,

                  And the lost is ours.”

                  For you, I cut the trees that I had loved,

                  For you, I plunge the flower which I plant with my own hand.   

                  So here I declare guilty of killing myself for you.

God in seeing realization in the eyes of a warrior. God spoke, showing place around them.

God          : Study that place,

                             It was where children play once.

                             Summer and winter.

                             Before it turned into a battlefield.

                             Where you fought,

                             Summer and winter.

                     And one where you stand.

                     Stands a mango tree once,

                     Ripe at now, fully yellow at now.

                     But now it’s all gone.

King          :  Hearing you speak, nothing is left.

                     Now no matter how it sounds,

                     Purify me, purify my soul.

                     What's gone is gone but what's coming can be study.

Warrior     :  Was I spoke? You know the secret of life.

                      Oh! Almighty forgive me, I was only the artist hasty was wind,

                       I knew nothing about life.

God at last hearing both of them, spoke.

God             :  What's done is movement you possess that can’t be snatched.

                        You can’t pardon for a crime you offended, punishment is sure.

                        But severity can be considered,

                        If you medicine, wound that you wounded.