By Dr. Devica Bisht
In the war, I stood, drenched in blood and sweat,
With tears unseen, my heart weighed down by regret.
Amidst the clash of cannons and the screams of the lost,
I surrendered my spirit, grappling with the cost.
Bullets roared like thunder, swords sliced through air,
But it was the haunting silence afterward that laid me bare.
Looking back, I ponder, in this desolate soul,
Was the price of victory worth the toll it stole?
I longed for the blades that once cut my loneliness,
Yet now I bear scars that whisper of emptiness.
I sought the glory of war, the rush of the fight,
But found only shadows in a world stripped of light.
Confused and weary, I turned toward the dawn,
Yet all it unveiled was a battlefield, forlorn.
I resolved to be the sword, to wage war on my own,
But even in triumph, I felt so alone.
I questioned the moon and the retreating sun,
“Why does peace elude me when the battle is done?”
They gazed back with pity, as if to impart,
“How can a warrior find solace when their heart is torn apart?”
Then it struck me, as tears streamed down my face,
The fiercest conflict raged within, my own heart’s embrace.
My mind was the cannon, my heart the sharp knife,
In the war of my spirit, I was both weapon and strife.
I wept for the battles, inhaled a deep breath,
Embracing the stillness, I sought refuge from death.
Yet in that silence, I faced the final cost—
A heart forever fractured, haunted by all I lost.
But from those shattered pieces, new strength would arise—
In the ruins of sorrow, hope began to crystallize.
In the tender embrace of peace, I found my true release,
A soul now mended, finally at ease.
With every scar, a story, with every tear, a grace,
In the ashes of battle, I discovered my place.
For peace was born not from the end of the fight,
But from the courage to face my darkness with light.
In the quiet moments, when shadows creep near,
I gather the fragments, and learn to hold dear.
The laughter of friends who stood by my side,
The warmth of their love, my eternal guide.
In the arms of compassion, I found a soft home,
No longer a warrior destined to roam.
The battle within me has softened its sting,
As I embrace all the joy that each new day can bring.
Now I rise with the dawn, a heart open wide,
With gratitude blooming, I walk with pride.
For every struggle has shaped who I am,
A tapestry woven, a resilient plan.
So let the winds carry my message far,
That even in darkness, we can find our star.
In the ashes of battle, let our spirits be reborn,
For peace is the promise that follows the storm.
By Dr. Devica Bisht
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