Children Of War

Away from our homes; away

From a peaceful life shower,

There exists a world too, where children,

Live in terror every hour.

Guns, cannons, blasts, attacks

And millions of struggles and strife,

The brave children of war somewhere,

Assemble broken pieces of life.

They have no school to go,

Nor they have a place to stay.

No friends no home… they live,

For the sake of living each day.

The joyous waves on life’s stream are gone,

A barren desert is stretched out in front.

Every evening they ask in despair,

“Oh God! Why do I have to bear the brunt?”

Their hopeful eyes sparkle,

With dreams of a better tomorrow.

But reality of war engulfs them,

With only sorrow and sorrow.

The age in which toys adorns their hands,

Those hands now badly bruised.

Their life’s become the hijacked ship,

Which now just fails to cruise.

Years of depression and violence,

Have made some of them mime.

And some of those have now even,

Started turning to crime.

These poor victims of war,

In the deep ocean they dive.

They beg, they snatch, they kill, they earn,

They do everything to survive.

There are also some of these kids,

Who raise their voices and dare.

But the next moment brutality echoes,

And gunshot is heard in the air.

They were meant to be bright diamonds,

But what they remain is mere tar.

They were meant to be world’s future,

But they are now ‘children of war’.

The lamp of hope is dim,

Tough is to start life from a new lease.

Caught in the cacophony of war,

They pay a heavy price for peace.

And yet they hope for the best,

A miracle will happen next dawn.

They will untie themselves from the shackles,

And fly towards sky’s lawn.