By Neha Sherkar
Weapons are silent
But the wounds screaming loudly
The lives touch death
And the souls wandering like refugees.
The battlefield is empty
But heaps of ashes waiting to calm down
Clouds filled with dark smoke
Rainbow died now.
Silence is like a cactus
Breathing on the barren land
Flowers seeking their garden
And we mourn on the death of lands.
The tall buildings lost there windows
And the homes, it's people
The swings standing lifeless
And ground turned into the mountains.
We play an unending game of hide and seek
And see giggles turn into cries
The brave hearts still fencing their homes
And in a bag, we gathering our lives.
The innocent hearts playing in dust
And we pick up pieces of our broken roof from the rubble
The questions became taller than debris
And tent plays the role of walls for us.
There is strange stillness in the air
And noises becoming deeper
The dust settled on the ground
And that Siren shuts it's doors.
The one War is died on the ground
The One is born inside
The remains of weapons buried with lives.
BY NEHA SHERKAR