No war has been fought for peace
but every war ends on a note of peace
Tanks howling fire balls, missiles rocking the sky, soldiers marching with bayonets
and flames soaked into clouds of smoke,
have one thing in common; destruction.
Amidst fury of fires nations break
humanity pawned to devils cries for benediction without rest and relief.
The innocents keep asking:
Why wars?
When all wars end on a note of peace.
Wars for territory or dignity
will inevitably end। leaving the scars of wounds। on the body of history.
Why can't we learn from history?
Perhaps, that is mystery
Silence within the paranthesis of nationalistic ' Ego'.
ChandraShekhar Dubey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Congrats, Mr. Dubey!