Crime Of War

By Vani Nagar

if I seem like a different man my love,

let me tell you a story,

I was a beautiful genial boy,

and I too wrote romance and poetry,

I too waited for spring like the bluebells,

I too believed in fantasies and myths,

stories of Santa, heaven and hell,

And I believed I was one of a kind,

That I had what others didn’t,

That I just had a prolific mind,

but to your surprise, this story is a mystery,

The beautiful boy's cheeks are still red, but so are the hands now,

He has changed, and mystery of this story is,

why, when and how?

Now as I walk through the village,

suddenly I am unknown,

to the people, who don’t remember,

That I am the same kid who played with the children of their own

’Cause I don’t smile like my old friends anymore,

My face is passionless and almost dead,

And I am and will never be like I was before,

Perhaps what do I have to smile for,

Neither do I have a you, and myself nor,

I too want everything to go back to the way it was,

But it’s too late, love I just committed the crime of war.

By Vani Nagar