A pensive look embed her eyes,
Guns, rifles, tanks,
Firing, blasting, bombing,
Injury, bloodshed, death,
A massacre of human existence!
The images engulfed her,
Never other thought crossed,
Than that of her dear one,
Not a moment passed,
When the images failed to haunt her.
Grew she weak, as each day elapsed,
Neither a drop of water,
Nor a morsel of food, touched she,
Impatient was she for a miracle,
The return of her loved one or the end of the battle.
Fight they, in the name of the country,
For she is silent,
Bearing their brunt,
Passing the blame, is what they do,
Fail to realise, cruel are who?