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Why ?
It was finally over, The nightmare. He was secure in his house, But totally shaken and scared. He had cradled his friend, As he breathed his last. He had witnessed many, Being torn apart. He too had injuries, Which left him a nasty limp, Ugly scars here and there, Also memories he wouldn’t forget. Tearfully hugging his wife, His two girls and a boy, He thanks God every second, For keeping him alive. What purpose do they serve, These ruthless, cruel wars? They solve not any problem,
But just give birth to many more.
- Nandita Pai -
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