The previous day
it was the same.
Today it is no different
Tomorrow it seems to
prolong unabated.
Sorrow,
agony,
apprehensions,
and fear
likely to persist
with no end in sight.
Both neighbours
crossing swords with another since years
spilling blood on both sides
from across the borders
claiming lakhs and lakhs of lives
mostly innocents
except for a minority of troops
the drama goes on
with no hint of
the curtain is about to fall down.
Though the Dove of Peace
with olive branch
between its peaks
bringing hopes of a new dawn
it’s forced to withdraw
with injured mind and soul
wounds, despair and disillusionment reflecting on it’s face.
Will there be an incarnation of a Messiah
who could find and cure - eternal cure -
for decades old festering sores
none can nurture hopes
and dreams of never fading flowers
never wilting flowers
at a time the heartless world is drifting
towards wars between different nations. 
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