We have to keep all these bodies,
And save them from scavengers;
They have been roaming around.
But the war scares them greatly.
So, they prefer the tired nights.
However, I saw last day that
A dog ran away with an arm,
When the war was going on.
So many of us dead or dying!
We were busy; I couldn’t help.
For now it is impossible to cremate all.
But we will, surely… It is already very late.
The field should be ready for fresh clashes.
This is just the third day, and more to come.
Some of my friends are gone; relatives also.
Some were from the enemy-camp… Grief-
Even that will dry up by the end. Who knows?
May be by the end of the day…
Many slaves are free now;
They have fled to forests.
They will wait for dawn…
They are used to it though.
Forests are no real threat.
But, for them, the city is.
Will they move out by sea?
No, it will be too risky. No?
They are lucky if not caught.
However, it will bother none,
At least not at this very hour.
I wish, I just wish…
A sailor had told me once
That they bring some here
From lands three seas away.
We don’t have any idea of
What’s going on in those places!
I have not gone farther than this.
They are taken to other lands too,
Which includes the west-plateau.
Oh, perhaps they never go home!
And I feel home-sick even here…
My grandma is not here now.
She must be happier than me.
I remember her war-story still:
Ten kings were to decide the fate
Of our state; and they made a mess.
And we’re staring at that once again!
I hope they escape unhurt.
They should not stay here,
Like us- waiting to perish,
Or to stand alone, all alone!