A
requiem
The
war’s over or has it just begun?
When will the widow-makers
the takers of sons go home?
When will the widow-makers
the takers of sons go home?
leave
half bombed-out tombs
where
the armored dead
burn
in the sun
silent
witnesses lie smoking
in
trenched mine fields where
no
poppies will ever grow
the
war’s over or has it just begun?
and
those brother’s keepers
ignoring
those they’ve liberated
stalk
victorious strut well-fed
while
hungry children
sell
themselves for a bun
when
each home is rubble
when
even ashes to dust
have
returned
when,
when will they be gone?
the
war’s over or has it just begun?
Angelee
Deodhar, is an eye surgeon turned haiku poet, translator, and artist from India. She
has translated six books of haiku from English to Hindi. She has no personal
website or blog. "Hot on the heels of her 2014 release of a collection of
poetic prose containing haiku, Deodhar celebrates having edited Journeys
2015, an Anthology of International Haibun, highlighting authors in 15
different countries." - David McMurray, Editor, Asahi Haikuist Network,
Japan
Thank you for accepting/posting this poem Karen ,a heartfelt cry against violence worldwide.May there be peace ,love and light,angelee
ReplyDeleteDear Angelee,
DeleteIt was a pleasure to publish your poem. I'm with you--the violence needs to end. I'm am praying for peace.
Blessings,
Karen
I agree Angelee. Too much violence and worldwide. You call our attention as a poet to all of this. Thank you for posting.
ReplyDeleteThis moving and touching poem truly resonates with the poet's "heartfelt cry" depicting the horrors of war and its aftermath -"while hungry children sell themselves for a bun". Kudos and respects Poet Dr.Angelee Deodhar - your cry for peace needs to reach far and wide for the madeness to end... Love and Peace. Paddy
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written depiction of the nature of war ... and the lack of humanity that follows it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Angelee
This is a heart-touching poem on the ravages of war....Angelee has brought out the suffering, the anguish and the misery it brings in its wake...the last line is a masterly stroke to reflect on..."the war’s over or has it just begun?" May wars end and we all be blessed with Peace, Love & Light...
ReplyDeleteThe thoughtful poem's lines resonate closely with the pictures we have been seeing of the war-torn areas of Syria and Iraq.
ReplyDeleteWar begins, thrives and ends ...in the minds of men.
How can minds be changed ...?
Very nice. Poignant.
ReplyDeletePoignant indeed ! Beautifully written
ReplyDeletePoignant and heart rending.
ReplyDeletevery nice! And as they say, "Nach dem Spiel ist vor dem Spiel": The end of the game is the beginning.
ReplyDeletePowerful piece, thanks for sharing it.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, as always, Angelee. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
ReplyDelete-MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)
The more that pray for peace the more powerful our prayers become. Your poem was so moving and spotlights the sadness of the aftermath of war poignantly! Excellent! Blessings, Connie
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