A FARAWAY NATION

A nation is burning at a
faraway corner of the world.
We feel its searing heat
sitting here and pray for cool breeze.
Spell-binding explosions in
quick-succession
penetrate our ears forcing
us to cover them with wool.
Nauseating stench of
corpses strewn around
in the faraway nation
pushes us to put lids to our
noses sitting here and spray
disinfectants.
The pains and
wails of the maimed
at the battle ground of
the faraway nation
compel us to writhe in
pain and also wail.
The grit and resolve
with which the citizens
of the faraway nation
struggle for their rights
inspire us and our
adrenaline keeps on
flowing.
In the Global Village
it is unbecoming of
me to call a nation
‘a faraway nation’.