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!

For-

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"

Photo credits:

1. http://img07.deviantart.net/a63d/i/2014/009/0/1/desert_war___north_africa_ww2_by_mitchellnolte-d71hioc.jpg

2. https://static1.squarespace.com/static/56d09a6ce321405d93219eb8/56dfab5960b5e90acb2176c4/56e65d2df8baf38bbe2b9033/1458871347823/Dead+soldier.JPG?format=500w