Birds desperately flying over
the rubbles scattered everywhere
A mother searching
her son suffering from terminal illness
The unborn babies deliberating
silently in the impatient wombs
inside the crowded hospitals
An unlocked cellphone found by the rescue team
Lover’s last message flashing on screen
We can foresee death coming.
In the backyard of a house
a child busy playing with her toys
a flower blossoms in the garden
are they unaware of the war ?
Can autumn be stopped ?
Shall we not die some day –
maybe, one day !
(C). – MRITYUNJAY JHA
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