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! Sorry that our past could not teach us any values, that our past miseries were futile in making us realise the importance of a normal life.
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