The dreadful war

What a dreadful thing it is

When the world is full of chaos and pain

There is bloodshed and tears everywhere

And the people? They just forget to care.

Guns fire and people die

All the birds, away they fly

The war is over but the scars remain

To remind us of sacrifices made

We grieve over the loss

   And learn that life is precious. 

       

                                                                                        By

 Sanjana Kulkarni

Humanity In Our Souls

Kids dying, mothers crying, people praying….

Who has brought this curse upon us?

We ourselves, reasons for life and death.

Are we perfect? Are we wise?                                     

Do we care for each other’s lives?

Killing and hurting bring hell upon our lives.

We have to stop the madness..

Before it spreads.

In the forest through the hearts of men

Tearing away at life out of them.

War might be thrilling but it kills

Rich or poor, what difference do we make

All of us have a humanity in our souls.

Find peace for the sake of every life and stop the war…           

                                                   By

 Madhulika Itha

The Red Dove

War is like an almighty being                                                  

You cannot dodge it

Its at every turn and corner

It holds immense power

Powerful enough to turn countries,

Allies and friends against each other.

War is inevitable

Yet it is not.

It starts over petty issues

Like the death of a prince

And turns to a worldwide issue.

The funny thing is

At the end, we can stop it.

What is war anyway?

The firing of cannons

The falling of bodies..

The pooling of blood

Deafening sound of gunfire

All against humans.. one life against another

Sole purpose for today

To find again the white dove..

Why should we stain it red?

Stare down the face of war

And it will cower

Peace can come

So can come the dove

In its white feathered glory, without the blotch of red..                                             

        By  

Varshith Puduchuri

A soldier’s life

Blood all across the battlefield,

A thousand souls lost…

Tears full of pain,

Of the families in Loss.

The sound of cannons,

The smell of blood…

The firing of rifles,

All it’s worth is death.

There, the soldiers stood,

Serving the country for peace,

Miles away from home they stood,

Serving the country for peace.

What a difficult life it is,

To serve as  a soldier

How hard it would be

Standing in front, waiting for death…

They stood for hope,

They stood without fear,

Wish for survival in a battleground.

Fighting with death,

Miles away from homes they stood,

                                              Serving the country for peace.                                                                 By Mohammad Ameen 

Another Chance

War is infinite plunder into hell,

When your families at home think you are well.

War is nothing but a forced suicide,

Just so, you cannot step back from dying.

War is a chance to make peace- some say,

To stop rivers of blood, they say,

Everyone should be united.

So that another door is opened.

But instead, peace can be made before war,

Wherefrom the families know the loved ones will never come back.

Make peace before war,

So that the doors are opened in our hearts.

Be so loud, that it can be heard by the clouds

Why war? Why not peace?

What have we done that we are getting this.

People dying, their families crying,

Huddled at a corner, sitting sadly; never seen a family happy,

We don’t want war, we want peace;

Be so loud that it can be heard by the clouds

Why war? Why not peace?

What have we done that we are getting this.

People injured and hurt so badly

They cannot be healed so easily and lightly

We don’t want war, we want peace,

Be so loud that it can be heard by the clouds

                                                                                                                                                By

                                                                                                                                                       Aashna Marghani

Paradox of World Peace

Bloodshed and blood lust is what we call war

Injustice that happens on land not so far.

The bombs placed to kill, and grenades thrown to fire,

Are not taking us much higher.

The gun pointed at a soldier,

Does it stop from peace we vowed to render/

India, Germany, Poland and America,

People all over experience the cruelty

Countries looking for prime leverage,

Have been brought down by severe carnage.

This volatile term, war

Needs one factor that can take it out,

It is the Chief of our moral also known as Peace.

                                                                                                                                         By

                                                                                                                                         Sidhanth Chinnakotla

Where the Heart Lies

                 On the field away from home

            10,000 men stand strong.

            But, yet in all their hearts

            Fear toils playfully.

      In the home down somewhere, far                                                     away

      A family sits in waiting.

       The men fight for peace

       But yet they go to war

       What sense does this make

       When the trumpet of death sounds.

        The horses run

        And the cries of war go forth

        But yet we say we go to war

        In the name of God.

       What sense does this make

       For no God would want war

       In his name or in the name of his family.

       After the battle, the bodies are sent

       To the ones they once loved

       And the surrendered are sent away

       Away from home down below somewhere,

       Where a family sits in waiting.

                                                                                           By Krishna Joshua Chanamolu