A tribute...A dream…A wisp of hope

Muzaffarabad, Islamabad, Tangdhar, Uri,
They're just a few names of the many;
Cities, towns & hamlets they are,
All now in a desperate state of war.

Their war is of a very different kind,
Picking up the pieces of what's left behind;
It's not what shells or bullets did to them,
'twas just Nature's fury that no one could stem.

When the earth shook & ravaged them all,
Lives were lost aplenty & buildings did fall;
But when tragedy did strike it saw no divide,
What befell us here did so too on the other side.

The children it was that bore the brunt,
For the army this time it was'nt just the hunt
for survivors but they lost their own men too,
Buried in their bunkers without even getting their due.

Is there a lesson to be learnt from all of this?
Is there a point that we knowingly seem to miss?
Perhaps the answers elude the powers that be,
In Islamabad, Muzaffarabad & New Delhi.

No politics here but some very plain talking,
We're both doing a pantomime of peace-walking;
So God above decided to give us a nudge,
As if to tell us to get running, not trudge.

If rules they say are made only to be broken,
I dare say going by the very same token,
That lines are drawn only to be erased,
And either side become one with one flag raised.

Let's pause for a moment in tribute to those
that died alive with not a prayer, not a rose;
Blooming lives snuffed out, so cruelly taken,
That leaves all of us so very sadly shaken. .........Amen!


Some thoughts may seem like wishful thinking on my part but there's no harm in dreaming, is there? Who knows...maybe my dream will become a reality someday. The clock is ticking away meanwhile.