My Spring
My Spring
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Time had embalmed some wounds
Season repeated the custom of turning them afresh.
My anguish knows no beginning, no end
Turning green of my dried wounds is
Presently, my only Spring.
Rajni Chhabra
OLD FORT
OLD FORT *********** Whenever we mention 'Old Fort' Military equipment in the Museum Fetches in our vision Terrific picture of war Though this Painting is old But its zerox is hanging At so many places On walls of various countries Canons, guns, bombs, hand- grenades Are not non-existent still Wars are still fought Via Atom bombs, missiles, tankers Fighter planes, warriors, sectarians Secessionists, terrorists And by merchant of hatred The Earth is facing agony of destruction It is moaning Because its green attire is Getting blood-stained Iran, Iraq, China, Taiwan North Korea, South Korea Ajarbejan, Armenia India-China, India-Pakistan Russia-Ukraine, Israel -Philistine There is a long history of wars Wars are waged and will continue to be waged Until, we confess the truth that God is one In the name of religion In the name of country In the name of caste Wars are being fought Whereas, no religion teaches Bloodshed Forcibly down-t...
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