That peaceful day
When war had not coloured the sky, then
Like a black soot
When there was no noise of the falling shells
Or shooting of guns across the borders; Or
The agonies of the dying soldiers, or
The wailing of mother for her sons; or
When I had not volunteered in the army
There, on that shining day of my childhood
I had seen an old dilapidated wall
By the side of an old country road
There, from the broken walls
Beautiful flowers were peeping the crevices
Now those memories only remains
I am still to find that decaying house
Where I could see the smiling flowers
Budding from the crevices of the wall
Taking my heart by all its colourful beauty
What remains here now, is
But, a dead silence
Hollowing my thoughts –
All ashes, all crumpled walls
Arrayed into the night sky
I could see those flowers
Making astrological predictions for safety
A magnificently compassionate and heartfelt exposition on the tragedies of conflict rendered with the author’s inimitable poetic acumen.
So much thanks for thy precious comments dear Sir Louis Kasatkin! ‘m so humbled.
A powerful,incisive,sensitive piece of writing.Excellent.
So much thanks for thy precious comments dear Sir Vijay Nair Ji!
Simple yet beautiful poem contrasting the Joy’s of nature with the cruel world outside.