The war with yesterday ends,
Soon a phase of life emerges as the victor
Therefore alone today is born..
When the war with yesterday ends!
We look forward to the notion of a compromise with today!
A galaxy of anxieties is seen around
And no binocular is required to see them
They surround a man who is just on the verge of an explosion.
A caravan of tomorrows is advancing
And it by passes him who is a pedestrian of odds.
Was his war with yesterday a heroic act?
An answer evades his territory of prudence.
After a long wait a rain shatters the land dry
And he looks through the windows of fear.
The war with yesterday ends for ever
But there is nothing else to begin.
A small stream struggles to find its way forward
As new pebbles arise from a slumber.
The war with today is in the offing-
Victors are masked as ever before!
Life is a struggle. Only the wars waged on a great scale are visible. The daily struggles are also wars where one ends and another begins. Nice poem. Thank you.
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The moment we feel relieved that the season of war is over, storm clouds gather in the distant sky and another war is in the offing. Peace talks and similar efforts only bring about a truce! But such drizzles only leave the land drier! Still, hope is not totally lost. A stream, though weak as a trickle finds its way forward promising small sprouts of new life, as the rumblings of thunder in Eliot's Wasteland! ! Very deep!
there is always a new war emerging. from day to day it never stops.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From the womb to the tomb It is a never ending war And some day we will be free of it And as you age, t is never too far..... Good write Sir and keep your pen busy