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Something in common
An Indian soldier in Kashmir or
An American soldier in Iraq,
They all face the same reality:
Death, every moment…
Imagine the unbearable stress
Which they share in distress
A sniper bullet, a car bomb
Or a suicide bomber….
Why God? Why did you
Create so many boundaries
Around the globe?
If you go for a silent walk
Through the their minds,
What all will be seen:
Lonely parents, wives, children
Living with immense tension…
How can they support their families
With meager salaries,
Government offer?
Every war is the brainchild of
The minority with power,
A group of mad people…
And the majority has to die,
What a paradox…
An American soldier in Iraq thinks:
We will have to move down to Iran
After the presidential elections,
As we cannot survive without wars
And of course, oil prices are increasing…
But when can I reach home?
poem
by
Premji Premji
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