WAR AND LOAD
Radhamani sarma
Bombing
and raids are still heard,
war-torn
military side unyielding;
Siren war off, still, the menace
gripping
like suicidal impact;
it is
the pity of war, pitiable
the
utmost all around;
exile on the move , slow,
shedding
tears inward,
their
fate written large
on
their face , we are yet
to know
if can be mitigated;
the boy
and girl on their move.
Thirsty and
tired, on the rubble,
Treading
on dangers, stones,
Thistles,
already thistles prick
their
hearts and heavy metals
prick
and poke their feet only
solace
for the double now;
dilapidation
and trepidation,
twin
pricks permanent all
around; girl and boy, fear torn,
yet
with a will to forge ahead
look
above the smoke ridden,
helpless,
yet on and on.
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