A torturing serenity meets the way through the iron gates
Each steps ahead,the hours go and so does the dates.
What that bothers her isn't the cloudy atmosphere
But the same cloudiness in her eyes and a burning pain in the heart deep down there.
Stepping into a world of isolation , a world so silent
Wondering how the the dwellers had lived and how they went
Through which door, through which road
Had they travelled , to reach their eternal abode?
The questions couldn't haunt her too long
Because she realized she was going along a direction all so wrong.
Returning to the track,towards the tiny grave
A freshly-buried grave-
The grave of someone whose love she would always crave.
No cherishable memories blurring her sight
No photos to store,no diary to write
Just a few tiny water-drops cornered in her eyes
To struggle their way through the eye,they would fight.
Those ear-piercing bomb-blasts and the God-damned gunshots
Snatched away all her happiness , even the one lying in a cot.
Just a li'l dream that she had dreamt
The one that , before budding, had wilted
And at once , she was all but filled with hatred.
Hues and cries and everywhere blood
The world had shattered and the sky above her had thud
Like an earthquake-Her life had collapsed.
The tears kept flowing as tiny rivulets
She felt like cursing all those cold-blooded brutes
For crushing everyone's dream under their feet
For destroying the homeland,for playing with the fates.
The drops ran down the cheeks and down her gown
Never in life , she ever felt so down
Only with the fellow sufferers , the agony she could share
For they all had, many to lose but none to care.
Was this what the people would call 'The Golden Age' !
Where no fellow brethren of the global village
Came forward to free them from the war's cage.
She held out hands to a dedicated prayer in silence
Praying for the snatched souls to rest in peace
Also for the war to finally cease.