War And Peace Poem by Mrityunjay Jha

Strange is this world
Strange are we.
We do things that we detest
When we gain consciousness
Albeit such moments are rarity
One such perennial task
That we keep doing
And deriving peculiar pleasure
Is: -
“WAR”.
The ultimate prized possession here
Is: -
One’s track record in waging war.
No matter whether you lose or win
And the truth remains unaltered
That in war nobody ever wins.
What could be more cynical
Than reveling in our defeats!
A subtle boasting continues: -
Look-
We invaded
We waged
We won (almost)
The first act is done
So just a little respite effected.
We now negotiate
Have sent our trusted missionaries.
Known for their untiring zeal
For effecting peace.
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The most difficult sanctioned job
On this planet is: -
(Brokering peace)
These peaceniks are a different lot
Totally incomparable.
Totally incomprehensible.
Though giving impression-
That they’ve never-say-die attitude.
But reality pictures otherwise
As is always the case-
Reality is always contradictory
Hence these peaceniks are-
Very helpless fellows.
A peculiar breed of a precarious time.
After donning the garb of peace
They proceed-
To sell peace
In the market
By persuading around the tables
They are desperate: -
Always hard selling the peace.
But,
In the market there is no such scope
Nobody buys peace these days.
In our market, peace has become
An obsolete thing
Completely out of- sync.
Peace has tumbled out of fashion
And the sellers fail the test
Returns back with fake assurances
A fake face, a lonely look
A vain victory, a polluting pause.
But despite all these: -
Kudos to such men-
For them-
Hope still matters.
Resolution still relevant.
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Peace, thus is not-
The cessation of war
Or termination of it.
Rather –
We have made
Peace-
A comic-relief
Between the two or several
Acts of war.
Today,
Peace is nothing more
Except
A POPCORN-INTERVAL
Just to refresh and ready
Since the next episode
Would start soon.