War! (But with whom?)
He called at last, Much awaited that call for me. His words struggled Through all the disturbance Yet reaching out to me, Ever so clear, ever so soothing, No matter the transmission, The connection was forever strong. Complaining about his absence, Was all I did, And he, my soldier, listening Ever so patient, didn’t realise As didn’t I, The justice of patience, Only to those who had time. Complaining about our unborn baby, Was all I did, And he, my soldier, trying Ever so meticulous, describing The beauty of those baby blue eyes. And the second next, A deafening sound roaring in my ears. What followed was Silence. Silence, that was deafening too. Silence of his voice. Running to my balcony, I tried to reconnect, Only to realise, I was disconnected, Forever. I wrote this poem sometime back when I felt war we read about might be something that we may experience! When countries are at war, do we really feel the hatred between us? No. We just feel sorry! Sorr...