Battle Poem by Madhabi Banerjee

It is heard in the ancient time
The combat commissioned in a battle field
Human habitations remained unhurt, intact
But now this age is e-age
This e-age has been freed from all barriers
The whole country is now a battle field
After the end of battle
There come foxes, dogs and vultures descend
From the distant sky for their feast in the battle field.
They don’t judge whether
The death warriors were Hindus, or muslem, or christian
Catholic or protestant, Negro or white
Even they don’t judge which colour of flag he belonged to
They only know that the taste, and colour of a human body
Is same and identical
They know The colour of blood is red as usual
They don’t care even LOC
If the men of this era learn this from the
Dogs and foxes,
Then there will be no combat commissioned
At this planet in future.