Monday, April 17, 2017

The cost of war?

How hard is it, to know- 
The cost of war?
When you have gallons of oils…
And piles of money at one end,
And a dying mother at another-
And we still chose the former,
As the latter, only gave us this life!

When you walk-
Walk amidst the fumes of grenades-
And you see an infant suckling-
Suckling a mutilated mother!
Dead and frozen!
Amongst her thousand dreams!
Buried under her breathless body!
That child will never know-
Who and what took away the warmth!
The warmth of love from him!
Those grenades?
Or, that thirst for power?
When thousand such mothers die-
Leaving behind the ugly truth and orphan dreams!
Knowing the cost of the war- is a tough choice!

And you walk,
Walk amidst the pool of blood-
Splashing your leather boots!
The same pool, where a soldier fell down-
Down, deep and dead!
Quaking his mother’s heart!
The heart that awaited!
Awaited on the threshold of their hamlet!
Awaited to see him return!
Return with a flag of glory-
Now lost in the void- of lost dreams…
When thousand such sons die!
Leaving behind their unfinished stories and love!
Knowing the cost of the war- is a tough choice!

When all those emotions-
Get destroyed for the hunger!
Hunger for power!
A father with his dead child-
Lovers buried under the rubble!
A kid who shall never babble again!
Well, the price- that no one can ever pay!
Still, we dare-
Dare not to stop the war!
We know that cost of war is something-
We fail to pay!
But still, what matter to us-
Are those piles of filthy papers!
So war must go on!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

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Thursday, April 6, 2017

A woman with a dandelion...

I saw a woman with a dandelion-

In my dream-

She was covered in dirt-

But her aura never concealed!

Forgotten, must be!

She blossomed every month!

That bud of life,

A canvas in her-

Painted in red…

And struck with the pain,

Vibrant, she walked still…

Shackled her legs, might be

But, her spirit?

Well, as free as, a dandelion!

Traversing all the odds of life-

Rested on her destiny-

The journey?

No men can feel!

Yes, I saw a woman with a dandelion-

In my dream!

Puffing the downy tufts!

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"