I am a child in war…
She told me about a magical place whenever I was sad and gloomy.
She told of a far-away land where the flowers were dreamy.
She told me that there no one was ever lonely.
She told me there were people who took little and gave more.
People whose hearts were big as mountains and minds free as rivers soar.
She told me that their children swam in the warmth of care and love.
Always were they blessed from far above.
She told me there stars shined every night, where hunting for food was the only fight.
I am a child in war who trembles at sounds coming from near or far.
My child mind now asks with curiosity, does her magical place exist or was she just witty?
I have lost my own somewhere under the rubble.
As the sun sets, I sit nearby worrying if we all are in deep trouble.
I waited for hours but no one came to say goodnight and cuddle.
My big glittery eyes full of innocence have more fear than tears.
I thought she must be waiting for me at that dreamy place.
I felt a hurry with not a moment to waste.
I called her again to give me a lead but useless was my every plead.
The hope once felt started to fade away.
But my silenced child mind still had a lot to say.
My body was hurt and I bled,
After a while the rubble became my bed.
That lonely cold night before I closed my eyes, I looked around me one last time.
I wondered why I had to lose so much.
Was I a bad child or this world is as such?
I wondered how war could ever bring peace, who this cost could ever please.
As my soul raised above this deceitful world,
With the last bit of hope I looked below.
I saw how much this world has sunk low.
I started to doubt if this world was ever worth my smiles.
I tried but I only saw war till thousands of miles.
A rage took over my soul and wanted to ask my mother,
Why did she bring me to this world where in the name of peace one destroyed another?
A place where wars rage in quest of peace and pride,
Are they really gained when war ends or is it all pretend and lies?
My sad soul blessed every innocent little heart,
I knew that it was time for me to depart.
As my soul soared,
At last my eyes had opened before they closed…
My eyes had opened before they closed.
STOP THE WAR
– DR Shipra
She told me about a magical place whenever I was sad and gloomy.
She told of a far-away land where the flowers were dreamy.
She told me that there no one was ever lonely.
She told me there were people who took little and gave more.
People whose hearts were big as mountains and minds free as rivers soar.
She told me that their children swam in the warmth of care and love.
Always were they blessed from far above.
She told me there stars shined every night, where hunting for food was the only fight.
I am a child in war who trembles at sounds coming from near or far.
My child mind now asks with curiosity, does her magical place exist or was she just witty?
I have lost my own somewhere under the rubble.
As the sun sets, I sit nearby worrying if we all are in deep trouble.
I waited for hours but no one came to say goodnight and cuddle.
My big glittery eyes full of innocence have more fear than tears.
I thought she must be waiting for me at that dreamy place.
I felt a hurry with not a moment to waste.
I called her again to give me a lead but useless was my every plead.
The hope once felt started to fade away.
But my silenced child mind still had a lot to say.
My body was hurt and I bled,
After a while the rubble became my bed.
That lonely cold night before I closed my eyes, I looked around me one last time.
I wondered why I had to lose so much.
Was I a bad child or this world is as such?
I wondered how war could ever bring peace, who this cost could ever please.
As my soul raised above this deceitful world,
With the last bit of hope I looked below.
I saw how much this world has sunk low.
I started to doubt if this world was ever worth my smiles.
I tried but I only saw war till thousands of miles.
A rage took over my soul and wanted to ask my mother,
Why did she bring me to this world where in the name of peace one destroyed another?
A place where wars rage in quest of peace and pride,
Are they really gained when war ends or is it all pretend and lies?
My sad soul blessed every innocent little heart,
I knew that it was time for me to depart.
As my soul soared,
At last my eyes had opened before they closed…
My eyes had opened before they closed.
STOP THE WAR
– DR Shipra
