War Takes a Holiday

Just for one day, war took a holiday.
He walked the places that were virgin to its touch.
He was captivated by the smiles and the freedom of laughter.
He was soaking in the smells of the baking breads, and he giggled with the girls having tea.
He blushed to see the daring of two lover’s passion.
He cried when he touched the rosy cheeks of a new born.
He met the day under a shining sun, and in the night he slept under the naked sky laden with stars.
He dreamt of hope and home and love, where he flew with birds, took a dip in the ocean, kissed a young woman, and held a newborn close on his chest…
He dreamt human!

WAKE UP

It was time to go back.
Where, he’d walk through the valley of shadow of death
Looking at invaded plateau of innocent childhoods
Where fear is a neighbor
Where fathers have said their goodbyes to the young thriving youths
Where mothers have made peace with the decapitation of hope
Where reason has packed its bags and left
Wading through the rivers of blood, gritting his eyes not wanting to ask himself….
Oh, what have I done? Or Have I done this?
I was USED
ABUSED
My codes where Violated
Who served what purpose?
When did I become vanity?
Why did it have to come to this?
Who planned me?
What happened to the dignity of fighting for a higher purpose?
When was I sold?
Who bought me?
How did this happen?
If there was just one thing I could do to…
But No, I have to go back
And now, everything would bleed again, and the only creed would be death
The waves,
The playgrounds,
The peaks
The clouds
The laughter
The warmth
The Hope
The homes
The LIFE…!
Back where everything will die in my arms,
And still, I will have to carry on.
Without shedding a single tear down the brazen face of complacence!
The show MUST go on……..