My World

I am a little soul from the land of Mahabharatha. Sometimes, I feel like Kunti, the Mother of Pancha Pandhav. Often I would feel the torment of Draupadi in the hand of Dushashanas. I like to go back and see with my own eyes an era that had given us a storyline...My World..

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

WAR

This is one of the poems I had written at a younger age. I had lost it. But recently I found it among some old papers. I want to share this with you too.

WAR
War is going on, soldiers are set
Starting from sunrise till sunset
This is the famous World War I
It again begins with the rising sun.

But war is a subject we should always shun
For it creates nothing but destruction.

Few years later World War II
Was very famous and destructive too
It had ended with people on the run
With more ashes and more destruction

Several years later when everything was right
Happiness everywhere, was nowhere in sight
When suddenly it had started, the Kargil war
Followed instantly by the Iraq War
All of us waited for India to win
With baited breath, no sound, no din
Somebody lost a brother, somebody lost a son
But it didn’t matter for we had won

God from above looks down and says
War is destruction, nothing to praise
One day you all will never be seen
Everything will be destroyed, everything unseen

You kill your fellow brothers because I have made you sane
You think out plans to kill for I had given you a brain