It tells everything about a war. |
THE WAR Everywhere the land was covered with fur of ripe crops The merry farmers were preparing to harvest their toils In those happy moments, came the news like a monster To wipe away every color of happiness To paint every door with fear and despair As they told, the neighbor country had invaded their homeland The War had begun, nobody knew why Soon came the announcements, full of vigor Entire nation had to fight back, every youth had to contribute Youngsters had started talking high, were willing to kill and die The fathers were serious and thinking Mothers were crying and lamenting Young wives were preparing for the worst Looking in to the faces of their men as much as they could Hugging them strongly on every opportunity, lest the winds take them away Alas the wind came to every village, every door And the youngsters moved to the front Leaving behind lamenting mothers, glum fathers Leaving behind silent wives with dry eyes, The threads of tears had broken, and they were going The crops were still being harvested, but not by hand any more The fire made by enemy replaced the hands of farmers Enemy was marching ahead, leaving behind burnt fields And on those fields were crying orphans among dead men and robbed women Same was happening on both sides of border War was going on, hunter and hunted were the same After enough routing of humanity, there came the news Peace was declared, War had ended The declared harvest of it was victory of justice The untold harvest was spread in streets and fields Soldiers, wounded and deprived of life were coming back Every village was waiting, every door was waiting Every vehicle that came, raised hope in every door But they brought happiness and sorrow both Distributed as destiny desired From one such carrier dismounted a young soldier Soon he will be a farmer again After so much of killings, he will create again The village welcomed him, amidst the songs of joy He saw the eldest man of village holding an infant Smilingly, he went to him and gazed in to the eyes Eyes of infant were full of life, and knew nothing Eyes of old man were tired of knowing so much But the flame of life was very much present Soldier held the infant, kissed him and whispered to the old man WHY WE KILL By – Nakshatra Singh +919829581524 nakshatra_singh@rediffmail.com |