There’s more to the meaning of a War
With a glimpse, somewhere behind
the Indian army parade,
of a wooden funeral box
where the martyr’s body was laid,
A tear rolled down the cheek
of the wife of a brave man,
who fought till his last breath
on a burning hot deserted sand.
An old man standing behind her
who had just turned seventy one,
wiped the wet cheeks of his wife
both weeping for the loss of their son.
He kept his son’s last letter
in the pocket of his coat,
and kept consoling the old woman
with a lump in his throat.
A little boy in his mother’s arms
held a flag in his hands.
He looked around with confused eyes
He didn’t understand.
A girl who was returned
the wrist thread that she had sent,
was standing there with pride
and a heart full of laments.
Yes it’s bravery, it’s strength, it’s courage
it’s pride and utmost valour.
It’s also the moans, the sobs, the teary eyes
and an old lady’s deathly pallor.
Everyone had their chest swelled up with pride
with the grand salute of 21 guns.
Yet some women wept for their brothers and husbands.
Some still longed for their nephews and sons.
There’s more to the meaning of a war
than just what it appears.
It’s beyond just winning or losing it
It is also some blood and some tears.
If it were proved to me that in making war, my ideal had a chance of being realised, I would still say No to War. For one does not create a human society on mounds of corpses. -Louis Lecoin.
In war whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers. -Neville Chamberlain.