A War is a War

By Subi Sheikh

A war is a war— Not yours, not mine.

A terrorist stays a terrorist; no fate draws that line.

In Pahalgam, the air turned cold,

Terrorists struck, their stories untold.

Asking religion, turning it a holy ground,

Spreading terror and hate unbound.

Then the TV screen began to scream,

Anchors chasing a TRP dream.

Drama sold in glitter and noise,

Truth got buried beneath media’s voice.

Operation Sindoor lit the sky,

As tricolors rose and spirits flew high.

But behind each cheer was a mother’s cry,

Behind each salute, a widow’s sigh.

Some flaunt victory as status online,

Others hurl hate with a bitter design.

Some shout on media, placing the blame—

But near the border, the grief is the same.

A soldier left a home behind,

A newborn child, a bride confined.

To serve the nation—his highest call,

While his personal world was left to fall.

Orders from high command seal their fate,

Soldiers brave death—early and late.

They fight not just a faceless foe,

But a system too blind to know.

The real culprits still unknown,

They vanish in shadows, never alone.

Where are the ones who sparked this fire?

Gone like smoke, feeding the pyre.

Far from the LOC, people clap and cheer,

While the frontlines bleed in pain and fear.

Innocents die—military and civil,

For the sins of a few, the price is still.

Culprits hide behind curtains of lies,

While families weep and soldiers die.

No war can erase those tears.

Who’s next? We live in fear.

War may fill a martyr’s name on a chart,

But no medal soothes a mourning heart.

They send commands without regret—

Yet their own sons no war has met.

Kargil… Pulwama… Pahalgam—they roar,

A call to end terrorism at its core.

But not at the cost of innocent breath—

War is not a solution; it’s a dance with death.

So rise with love, not loaded guns,

Join your hearts—not hate—as one.

Let borders blossom where hands extend,

And bring this madness to an end.

Let us unite across every corner,

Break the silence, challenge the order.

Join hands—don’t raise guns,

Till terrorism surrenders and runs.

By Subi Sheikh