Before the actual war <br />There is a mental war. <br />During a war <br />There is a heavy mar. <br /> <br />Nations battle <br />Life is unsettled. <br />Man is undermined, <br />Fate is already written. <br /> <br />War is an artless, cadaverous theme. <br /> <br />In quest of avenge <br />A war is fought. <br />In quest of peace <br />A war is defended. <br /> <br />But the streams are still away, <br />The dales are hidden in volcanoes. <br />The gales are still at work <br />The aftermath is a spell bound silence. <br /> <br />War is an aggrandized thought, but a grave-yard. <br /> <br />Peace treaties finally reach dust bins, <br />Peace is not a signed document. <br />Peace is a mental state <br />That is defined beyond our agreement. <br /> <br />Before any war <br />There are tears. <br />After the war <br />The faces are not yet exuberant. <br /> <br />War is a wart, a recurring disease of mankind. <br /> <br />In-between sighs and tears <br />Can a war bring in peace? <br /> Or restore our poise, <br />Our lost horizons? <br /> <br />Doesn't war only tear humanity to pieces? <br />To more divided thoughts? <br />To the production of refugees <br />and to a more disintegrating world? <br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-recurring-disease-of-mankind/
