WAR


   

When days are remembered, the incidents also memorized. Those were days when the world is at war. I traveled to different places, not to visit them but to conquer. I remember the days when I walk on the streets, people saluting me. There was respect in the eyes, but there were no people. I walk on dead bodies, kill to save myself, shoot to protect. I see smiles around me; I can see the pain behind it. We laugh, as we don’t know when we die. We are commanded to run, fight, shoot, kill and we followed it without any questions. The blood is flowing, the internal parts are visible, but I am still walking. I don’t know when it ends, when I die. The only thing I know is, I am at

Ksvk’s
                         WAR

“Soldiers, move forward. Infantry, move south and fire” commanded the captain. There was a big blow when the tanker rushed the enemy's buffer. The firing began. The bullets coming from gun hitting them hard. They were falling like sand, released from the palm. Within no time, the army was turning back. We are on higher elevation added favor to us. “Stop, firing” a voice shouted when the whole area filled with smoke. We occupied the small company of soldiers and bought the northern command into our control. Our commander appreciated our forces. He was smiling at us. He shouted some names and in-person honored them for defeating our enemies. He was waiting for orders to move forward. We raised camps and planned to stay there until we asked to move.

  The dinner started. After twenty-five days, today we were left free to have a pleasant sleep. All are happy. Drinking some homemade wine bought with them, eating, resting, the injured were treated and going on. I was sitting alone on the bank of a small pond. I remember the days; I played in the fields, swimming in ponds and many. I don’t know whether I see them again as I am destroying the others. All of a sudden there was a pat on my shoulder. “Hey, what are you doing alone here?” he asked. “Resting, feeling the cold breeze. Come on sit here. Enjoy the breeze” I invited him. He sat and asked, “Tomorrow, have any idea?” I replied, “I know as much you know, where they say, we move there. Kill, we do. But nothing than that.” He left saying, “we know nothing, just to follow them. If they order to kill, we need to without knowing why? The one who is benefiting, resting themselves. But we, fighting and dying. I don’t know whether I get buried or left like the one we were walking on; don’t know why we are in this”. He left but many questions raised in me, there were no answers for them. Thinking what they say and what i say,

                                 They say, the war has come to an end,
                                   I say a new war is on the run.
                            They say, how happy our leader at the win,
                                 I say, how unhappy that child has been.
                             They say, how wonderfully we conquered the world,
                                 I say, how dreadfully we dismantled the world.
                            They say the era that has come is friend,
                                I say what about the era that you have end?
                           They say, how lucky we were technically fit,
                               I say, how unlucky you are to be naturally unfit.
                         They say we are superpowers of today,
                              I say, there was a power yesterday, will be tomorrow and is today.
                      I want to shout and say, put an end to the word ‘war’,
                            So that we may have a world to adore.
 By
shinar athwal

       There was a noise in the camp; the messenger has some news to the captain. The soldiers are being armed. There was some discussion in the captain’s camp. He came out, adjusted his cap ordering, “Soldiers, get ready. We are going to war”.

                                                            The war started.
 By
  Ksvk


Comments

  1. A soldier fights not because he hates what is infront of him, but because he loves what is behind him.
    Loved it mamu��

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  2. Nice one good thoughts. Soldier credo says.. fighting is his dharma and he will win where he fights.

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