POEM

WAR

(Cry of a Wounded Child in the War)

War…! What a treacherous and fearful word it is!

I am a scapegoat of war…!

It killed my parents mercilessly. 

I am wounded and have lost one of my hands.

Now I have become an orphan.

War…! Being a child, what sin have I committed against you?

What sin did my parents commit against you?

Who was the dragon that swallowed my parents’ bodies?

Who was the vulture that bit my hand with its sharp beak?

War…! Am I not lucky enough to live with my parents on this earth?

War…! Why did you pluck my parents away from me without empathy or sympathy?

Your blasting bombs.

and firing shells blinded us

and wounded us brutally.

War…! Your mindless and heartless operations for victory are barbaric.

You celebrate your victory

over the tombs of innocent mankind.

War…! You destroy the destitute,

and constructed structures to win.

War…! You destroy fertile land

and turn it into futile land.

War…! You abduct precious human souls with cruelty.

War…! You blindly carve

wounds into countless bodies.

War…! You are a multi-headed monster

that suckles the blood of innocent people.

War…! You turn heavenly countries

into horrible hells.

War…! You take away the smiles and laughter

of people in different countries.

War…! You bring starvation

and sleepless nights,

to people in different countries.

War…! Don’t crush this beautifully moulded land

of the Universal Power,

for your selfish gains,

after killing countless ,

selfless human beings…!.