The war with yesterday ends,
Soon a phase of life emerges as the victor
Therefore alone today is born..
When the war with yesterday ends!
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Life is a struggle. Only the wars waged on a great scale are visible. The daily struggles are also wars where one ends and another begins. Nice poem. Thank you.
Dinesh, would like to see ur talant wallpapering the PH Forum, as compare to Poet's page, the Forum is more realistic in scaning of the poems' worth. do join and explore the new horizons of the poesy.
The moment we feel relieved that the season of war is over, storm clouds gather in the distant sky and another war is in the offing. Peace talks and similar efforts only bring about a truce! But such drizzles only leave the land drier! Still, hope is not totally lost. A stream, though weak as a trickle finds its way forward promising small sprouts of new life, as the rumblings of thunder in Eliot's Wasteland! ! Very deep!
there is always a new war emerging. from day to day it never stops.
From the womb to the tomb It is a never ending war And some day we will be free of it And as you age, t is never too far..... Good write Sir and keep your pen busy
nice poem dear poet.