Ashoka, the great
Mauryan emperor supposed to be a very
war thirsty, changed drastically his
outlook
On life, after being
an eyewitness at the
gruesome realities of warfront and mass killings, Asoka
Took an oath not to touch armaments any more. The following is based on one such experience. Also
A gentle take on “Combat Gnosticism”
War experience
So much of
blood, So much of human warfare,
I am immersed in blood bath, the corpses
are now sacrificial ire. I could
hear the
wail of the widow, the son’s angry
pitch
against the crude
artillery , a mother
in front of the dead ward,
wishing God
could
have changed the ordeal, reversed
His dictum. Many patriotic soldiers
Mangled and muted beyond
identification.
It will take ages
to revamp the
scar
and scene. Is my Booty real? Is my
Victory a
wholesome Gain? All a
mirage/
Fie upon my diadem, my state, my region.
I take a vow not to indulge in battle anymore,
On
to pilgrimage and
pray the word “ war”
Be
erased in the pages of History.
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