I Want War

Why we have missiles? To get them rusted in some iron containers, And to do nothing when we continue to loose our men, children in ghastly act done by coward soldiers of terrorists. Why we have army, air-force & navy when we don’t have courage, To fight that bastard who is responsible for every tear of my eye. I hate dying like this again & again after every ridicules shot of those Terrorists, if they want to kill me, kill me before me but not after me. My life has changed because of that hidden enemy, I get checked Every time I go to my metro or library as if I am not a human being But an object, I am tired of this life; you may not see the chains I am in, But let me tell you, I am not free. They kill me in bus, train, market, plane; they kill me in hotel, road, beach and Lane. They kill me anywhere they want and I get killed easily and always. If it’s only me who has to get killed every time and everywhere then why not In a bigger occasion like a war then to find a bomb in my own car. Enough is enough ……….. I want WAR. This time I am not going to blame any minister, politician, officer, Policeman or even my enemies. If it’s my fate to live like this, I am going to accept it and fight against it, To either win my life or loose it, bravely. When my GOD send me to this earth, he didn’t told me that I have to Live in such a great fear and uncertainty. That means he wanted me to enjoy life free & fearless and going by his Choice, I will not leave myself on the mercy of some ill-minded men. I miss the song of sparrow in this noise of guns; I miss the smell of air which is choked by the smoke of burning layers, I miss all the things I used to do freely when I was small and I wish my earth would not have had to face these days but I know life will never be the same again as it was. This is not that kind of world; I would like to leave behind me for my children, And to the people who will come on this land after me. Its time to act, to do what is needed and to kill the killers before we get killed. My patience has crossed the bar. We cannot afford this ‘peace’ …………….I want WAR. [Throughout the poem I- stands for INDIAN not for the poet] ………………………………………………………………………….by every INDIAN not only VG!! Epilogue After the Mumbai attack on 26-29 November 2008 the poet was shattered, he was crying, he was angry, frustrated and wanted to launch a war on terrorists.