Beauty In A War Poem by Mrityunjay Jha

Tanks roll on without hesitation
Shelling goes unabated
Air becoming thick with human blood
Flowers are groaning
Birds dashing to the other side
of the border
Fruits are rotten in orchards
Bridges breaking suddenly
Communication is the casualty
Children taking joyride in their toys
completely unaware of the sirens blaring out imminent destruction
War is immortal.

There are other ways to protest a war
than mass rallies in Berlin.
A band playing Mozart
in a dilapidated church.
An anonymous artist making murals in the rubbles of what was once a thriving city.
How naive it is to create beauty out of destruction!
Each piece of ruins is a helpless testimony to our collective failures.