must a man live for all the stages of play
each a burning saga of conflict and dismay
the bullets lay spread, recoiled off innumerable rounds
the office clerks refuse to dare a count
all is lost, human blood on ground
even the ghosts are scared to make a sound.
the children still have hope in their eyes
refusing to believe the future sacrifices
keeping dreams beneath the pillows of their beds
soon approaching the long sleep of death.
gunpowder, air raids and crashes
skin to tar, bones to ashes.
winter snowflakes fly away.
the bodies lie still in the position to pray.
darkened, charred, covered with soot of hate.
dreams, hopes, lives, souls: all evaporate.
मंच 