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THE SPLENDOUR

submitted by Madan G. Gandhi on 19..2004 at 16:21:22

THE SPLENDOUR

Uniforms in green,
shining armours,
blazing buttons,
march in step
to the tune of drummers.

Along the streets,
along the fields,
children throng
to wave flags.

The bugles of war,
death raining from above,
napalm clouds enveloping the skies,
screams for shelter,
shattered bodies littered all over.

The war-in-action,
ghastly, gruesome.

Doctors and nurses,
ambulances and trucks,
foot-sluggers and soldiers,
in sweltering summer,
in wintry cold,
round the clock,
in dirt and mud,
in snow and fog,
through the awful stench,
all on duty.

They salvage the remains,
bury the dead,
carry the wounded,
with prayer in their heart
and tears in their eyes.

A singed heart
on atom-stained earth,
no caller,
no call.

How can you resurrect
a father blown to pieces,
a farmer caught in crossfire;
how can the splendour return?


Madan G. Gandhi
President, Gandhi Earth Vision Foundation
http://gevf.exactpages.com



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