War Destruction Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Have you ever counted dead in battle field?
Rifles in hand and ground firmly held
Not given an inch of the holy mother land
Laid down lives while defending at the at the far end

How much time it needs to sweat in peace time?
Countless hours spent just for planning sometimes
With only view in mind that it may bleed less
When time comes for actual war to face?

Wars are not liked but forced on to fight
It may be imposed whether you are wrong or right
Boarders are put on alert with lots of inconvenience
Mass exodus of people can be seen both the sides at once

Nobody may want hostile atmosphere
Peaceful countries always avoid and truly fear
Country’s progress can be taken several years back
So much loss, future and economy at stake!

Life comes to standstill with no sign of immediate peace
Countries at war are in no mood to please
Initial thrust is at capturing as much land as possible
Problem may start later on with grave trouble

War may be over with third party mediation
Leaving behind misery and lots of questions,
Human losses and material destruction
Where from to receive now fresh instructions?

Civilian population as well as fighting soldiers
No one is pleased to feel happy either
Life here or there valued same for the bereaved families
As no one was ever expecting to be enemies

Deep distrust and hostility in mind is brewing
Divide of boundaries and unrest is clearly showing
Yet it is ceasefire call and must be brought back to normal
Normalcy is limping back after resumption people’s arrival

There is much to think about and assess in depth
How many families might have cursed and wept?
Even thought it is holy task of defending motherland
But something must be done to build confidence and remain as friends