Dazzled By War

By Gaurav Gangmi Thapa

I am dazzled—why do people fight?

What spark turns day into endless night?

And those who rage, they walk away—

While innocents are made to pay.

Subordinates fall, their names unsung,

While battle hymns are proudly sung.

They’re martyred, sacrificed in vain,

Their stories buried deep drenched by rain.

What are wars, and what’s their use?

What's worth the blood, the pain, the abuse?

We march along, obey commands,

Not knowing why—we don’t understand.

The “enemy” looks just like me,

A mirror face in agony.

Same sky above, same earth below,

Same crimson stream begins to flow.

And in the end, what have we gained?

But grieving hearts and lives in chains.

No victors rise, just ghosts instead—

For both sides lose when all are dead.

By Gaurav Gangmi Thapa