Cost Of War Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Cost Of War



There is no cost to war.
I am yet to figure out the price
Of a torn limb,
A blown off head,
A shattered heart,
A raped womb,
A dead parent,
A few living ghosts,
We keep on waging wars because it cannot be priced,
It is therefore free.

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Hardik Vaidya

Hardik Vaidya

Mahuva, Gujarat, India.
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