Little flower how are you?

I came specially to meet you

Don’t be scared I will not pluck you

Don’t be afraid I will not take you

You are little and pretty

But you are not with me in my city

We may remain together if

you so will

But never mind we are

friends still

War is going on,

Guns are being fired on and off,

Here soldiers are lying dead,

Sleeping forever on their death bed.

Winners won, losers lost,

But both had to pay a big cost.

Thousands are wounded and thousands dead,

Their families are without butter and bread

But did the winners really win?

Let us resolve,

Never to fight whatever the cause;

Because war is after all bad
for all.

Sweep the corpses to the shore

Let the sand-laden wind blow over the bodies

Burying the soul-quenched deep below.

The splash of waves plundered mankind,

Profaning the prophecy of power.

Hours on end the destruction drove,

Taking with itself dear-ones to
Eternity’s door.

This feature was published on February 5, 2004