An Indian soldier in Kashmir or
An American soldier in Iraq,
They all face the same reality:
Death, every moment…
Imagine the unbearable stress
Which they share in distress
A sniper bullet, a car bomb
Or a suicide bomber….
Why God? Why did you
Create so many boundaries
Around the globe?
If you go for a silent walk
Through the their minds,
What all will be seen:
Lonely parents, wives, children
Living with immense tension…
How can they support their families
With meager salaries,
Government offer?
Every war is the brainchild of
The minority with power,
A group of mad people…
And the majority has to die,
What a paradox…
An American soldier in Iraq thinks:
We will have to move down to Iran
After the presidential elections,
As we cannot survive without wars
And of course, oil prices are increasing…
But when can I reach home?
poem voicing concern over the hardships, war brings to soldiers and to their families...except those power monkers at the top, no soldier would ever welcome or long for a war...good write, Premji...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our thoughts they run on the same vein And today I've one more gem of yours To use in our Booklet. Thanks for the wondeful poem. Leena