War appears blind Like Homer;

the lines of control shimmer

like Helen,

to stay alive here is fancy smitten.

Every moment of suffering,

staggers inch by inch, crawling.

Dumb breath facing blanket firing

feed the helpless flame of human cry.

To choose between ration and ammunition,

Sustaining life is only an intuition.

Food packs or bullets

a burning irony to select.

Triumph in war flutter

in the wind beaten National Flag

Victories and defeats, history discover

in green silence of graves, long after.

Consuming fragments of streams,

patches of clumsy meadows and dreams,

Some chunks of valleys and hollows

a few border settlement follows,

blasting off ancient towns,

demolishing relics and monuments, war crowns

victory hoisting fame and sacrifice

patriotism boils in more spice.

My sudden home coming

with my legs amputated,

my sprained life hesitated

in the sudden change

tossing and turning in my awful existence.

The absent limbs throbbed

pulsing and fluttering, they sobbed

helpless at the hacked off ends.

How blissful and simple

is to be able

to walk without being disable.

In the sudden change

my living became a plight.

I spread as a dark ray of light

through the corridor of time's flight,

through a void of being alive.

By Kakoli Ghosh

From: India

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