War

War short poem

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It is a real fact,
War is nothing but a foolish act.
A bitter and waste of life
war lays.
That must say,
war pays only grudge and strife.
What a helplessness, all feel, what a dark day is seen
when war monger ceases the green and flashes of green.

The wheel of it
greets
many smashes of peace.
From day to night
night to day
it says ,
it writes
broken hardheartedness
much senselessness.

A sweet day in spring,
so cool, so calm, and so bright,
so soothing , so charming
must die under the wheel of war.

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Preeti
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So rightly said, war begets more wars and grudges! A beautiful poem on harboring peace and love:)

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