Battle wounded soldiers crowded in a tight space
No air to breathe, no gasps to take
In an open space of echo chamber
Obliterated by might; thoughts surrendered.
Guns ready for doubts, bombs ready for questions
Distraught, hurt; awaiting armageddon.
Fighting for a piece of land of a flag
Hunting for a prey not unlike him.
One world, then where are we?
One soul, then why can’t we see?
The pain in their eyes; on the cusp of defeat
Victory in one hand; hope for someone to understand them in another.
Himanshu Chakravarty Sharma / मंच 