The Loud Silence

By Aayushi Bhowal

Shimmering lands of wheat and happiness,

Are crimson now due to bombing

Humanity is stamped with question marks

Forgetting how to count dates

New born open their eyes with desires

But get killed even before they know how to crawl

Is this the worst or something else is waiting yet more

Is this the Karma we have been talking from years

Power and money, we are running after

Are all lost here

Hands have seperated from each other

Eyes looking for familiar faces

What remains?

Torn shoes of their fathers Or

Broken bangles of their mothers?

Newly married rings are scattered,

Old couples seeing blood stains on each other

Eyes loosing the view

Tears coming to blur the vision

Promises are shattered on the ground

Of staying forever beside each other

Who remains?

Which power and which money are they getting?

What revenge are they winning?

Which God has turned so cruel or

are they seeing devils painted in God's face?

The humanity and scientific revolution we boasted about

Are now turning merciless

Can someone add non violence to their dictionary?

News channels are flashing only news of bomb blasts

Politicians have turned their faces from the hardships faced by their people

All they say is

'WE WILL NOT END THE WAR!

THE WAR MUST GO ON!'

Is this a show?

Are they enjoying the shouts of their people for entertainment?

Which peace is so violent?

We are sitting in our homes

With everything we desire for

But then theirs someone shout is going unheard

Because all their exists

Is a LOUD SILENCE

Everything will one day go silent

After those who wanted to win

Have achieved their victory

At the cost of their fake promises

Of protection

And people who yet manage to live

Can feel the souls of the dead

Screaming for peace

But all our body would feel will be

One and only one thing,

By Aayushi Bhowal