To win or loose a disaster but be,
War can never ever be nice surely,
It settles nothing enrages only,
Can war a prelude to peace be?
Wining a war a mirage but be,
As wining a volcano is stupidity,
War an evil - just man's butchery,
Peace only from understanding be.
War - a cowardly escape from reality,
From problems of peace and harmony,
Teaching us not to love our enemy,
And ever hating our allies certainly.
War - its own end never can be,
Peace - the goal that's wanted truly,
Politics - without bloodshed war be,
War - with bloodshed politics surely.
© Munindra Misra
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