War stems from political aim,

It's bellicose nations dirty game.

No food, no abode where will they go,

When war will end and life again flow.

Cantaloupe fireballs overrun Ukraine sky,

In sheughs vault all pacificists lie.

No sunshine it's dark during day,

Seems a never-ending war no hope's ray.

The miasma of war is humanity's bane,

Natural nations unite against the insane.

War must stop from further annihilation,

Pugnacity of power deserves deflagration.

Sign peace jibe and use disputatiousness,

Talk of amity but apply duress.

They kill each other and talk of love,

Are human conundrum with guns in glove.

Love is pabulum needed for heart,

Failing which our life will sure fall apart.

Love is the panacea for all human ills,

It's unflagging all ravenousness fills.

By Monalisa Parida

From: India

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