No matter which side

No Matter Which Side by Malabika A mother weeps beneath the smoke, Her hands still clutch a thread of hope. The sky does not ask where she stands, It only rains on blood-soaked lands. Her child, a name now carved in stone, Not soldier, not foe—just someone’s own. No anthem sung, no victory claimed, Can silence grief, or wash the blame. A cradle sways in shattered halls, While silence screams through broken walls. The tears she sheds know no divide— They fall for love. No matter which side.