The War Poem by Bindu Borle

The War



The realization never dawns upon those,
The insensitive hearts and minds behind it
Their hearts are filled with nothing but
Stark emptiness and uncontained greed.
Tormenting each life
Each time the war happens,
It inflicts nothing but unbearable pain,
Endless lives are lost, ravaged bodies and homes
Can anyone ever read the pain in soft brown eyes?
A small hand tightly clutches a tattered doll.
She lost everything to the war,
Home, hope and herself…
Left behind amongst the debris and the mangled bodies
There is stench, grief and death.
The fresh memories of those who were the victims,
Sacrificed on the altar of hatred and ambition
In the cold of the night and warmth of the day
My heart bleeds for innumerable lives lost
A say a prayer for a many,
No more wars for the sake of our today and their tomorrow…

Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle

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