It feels like start or end of war,
It looks like a scene from war,
A struggle to win a personal war,
This is a war, aren't we in a war?
Aren't we supposed to wither?
Aren't we supposed to be bitter?
Or just meaningless quitter…?
Is there a meaning in ‘better'?
Here, we are all under same lease
So, what's this ‘peace'?
Is it when we are at ease?
Then, this peace is a hard piece.
Nevertheless, we call a cease…
To all Hostilities,
To all propagandas,
To all imaginations,
A cease to usher bygones,
Incongruously getting to the base,
Somehow opens another case
A case of war without a cause…
The aggrieved increase
The forbearance decrease
Yet we are at ‘ease'
An ease, a real hard piece
It feels like start or end of war,
It looks like a scene from war,
Nothing personal about any war,
This is a war, aren't we in a war?
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