Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 314 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Cost Of War - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

There is no cost to war.
I am yet to figure out the price
Of a torn limb,
A blown off head,
A shattered heart,
A raped womb,
A dead parent,
A few living ghosts,
We keep on waging wars because it cannot be priced,
It is therefore free.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 5, 2013

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