The aftermath of a battle..
the errie silence that makes footsteps rattle..

The bombs..tankers..guns..that
no longer matter..
The hearts crushed..tears dried..
oh...my bones really clatter...

Friends lost..limbs bruised..
bodies tired..spirit killed..
This pain was the gain they made..
The winners celeberate while their minds brood...

Where they went wrong..
The losers walk as their weapons clang..
When their paths cross,
they look at each other..
Their eyes silently enquire
'Is it worth the cause?"

In the end..
There was not much difference between
the Victor and the Vanquished...

© nandini bose