Pity Of War Poem by Monica Nagdeote

Guarding each breathe inside the line
Encounter myself for the Patriotic dream of mine
Made do’s and don’t outside the durst
Left Kinship emotions on the admit impediments worst.

I don’t hate them with whom I fight
I don’t Love them those I guard
Another bending of heart Loves Literature and the Arts
But Heroic pieties and Nationalist feelings made blood Wars.

Affectionate towards rarity, beauty of creature
This is ours, Little we see in Nature
Since then’tis centuries for authority, ambiguity
More appealing Wit confined me to an anti attitude ingenuity.

I can foresees my Fate somewhere beyond the Blood
Forsooth ask – GREAT GOD!
Why you gave us Wit which results War?