I don't understand Strategy
I don't understand Plan
I don't understand Diplomacy
Nor do I know Conspiracy.
I don't know: WHY WAR ?
I know only the Drill
Left Right right left left right
I know only the war cries
Allah O Akbar !
Har Har Mahadev !
Har Har Mahadev !
Then why is it
It is
My Mother
My Wife
My Daughter
Who grieves.
Why is it my breast
That is pierced by bullets ?
Is it because Life demands Death
The Supreme Sacrifice !
OR
Is it because I don't know
I don't understand
And because
I was born
low caste,
poor
And of a
Grieving Woman.
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A very sensitive post, We honour martyrdom, but would we like to be in the boots of the Martyr? Hope, one day armies become superflous.
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