And Then It Ends Poem by Hardik Vaidya

It does not always end,
Honestly it never ends.
The heat of who is righteous,
Fire of who has been magnanimous,
Amidst the shrill screams of young and old,
Some children aged beyond their times,
Souls wrinkled and faces pale
Bled off the mirth that powers human happiness.
Caught between two constitutions
Two republics
Two people and millions of hawks
It never ends the pall of fear, hate and ignorance.
The fire does not die down,
It kindles, gets a fresh lease of death,
Islamabad and New Delhi
Decide its chow time again.
For their people to be used as fodder,
And young soldiers, sons, daughters to be sacrificed,
Both eager to put human sacrifice first,
Women and children,
Souls past present and future,
And then It ends
Only to end the beginning.