War is everywhere - in nature and in you and me. The seasons’ battle each other. The night and day are at war everyday. Nature’s children battle for sunlight, water, air and even freedom. I also see Nature’s rebirth every where. Conceived in hope, Nature gives birth to itself. Every second, every where and in every one.
This poem is dedicated to my Soldier Soulmates.
The children of my mother reach out to me
Outstretched arms, Hungry palms
Deep eyes, Missing Thighs
Solid Soul, Tattered Body
Singing Lips, Crying eyes
The children of my father reach out to me
Burnt skin, Untouched pride
Scarred Body, Unscathed Beauty
Hungry stomachs, Satisfied appetite
Tattered Rags, Protected Honor
The mothers of my children reach out to me
Unwed Widows, Married Souls
Broken vows, Fulfilled Conception
Lonely Mothers, Joyful Motherhood
Divided Parents, Undivided Parenthood
The fathers of my children reach out to me
Unseen faces, Dreamt babies
Untouched cheeks, Imagined smiles
Unsung Lullabies, Chanted Prayers
Bloody Bodies, Inherited Blood
