By Anand Raj Rana
"Is anyone alive..."
"Anybody alive...anyone..."
Walking on the bodies bunch,
Stepping on the red crunch.
The light of eve shining above,
The slept Sun, dazzling hub.
The huge of all, already dead,
The hue of red, around spread.
Eternal red lying around,
Lifeless roses died down.
One on top of another, No path to go,
A field of dead- the end of a show.
"Anybody there...hello...anyone..."
A call for them, who survived the art-
A Beautiful Human Art.
Stepping on flesh, to find the life,
After killing the souls, who once were alive.
A lifeless soul, holding a note in heart,
Living paper, peeping through the flap.
Glimpse of a beauty- A Real, Beautiful Art.
"When the war is over, and all,
We'll get married, our two half-souls will be one,
And the earth will grow flowers like you,
And your womb will carry the most beautiful girl in the universe...in you."
(A letter found in the pocket of one of the dead soldiers, 1939.)