POETIC OCEANS 2

A war within a war A war so far a war on a star, Detonating deafening destructing A war on sand a war on land War on terror, war by error? War for the spoils war for the oils ? War on the young, war by the young, Hopeless, groundless, Timeless war; A war by the armed, on the unarmed A war by the strong, on the weak throng A war by dress a war of stress A war of mess by the thoughtless; War against flood war against fire War to spend save, a war to an end? War against age, war by rage; A war on a stage a war in a cage A war of words a war with swords What man is warring in or warring out Laying hiding killing mines,building crushing walls bridges, filling ditches lines hear cries of enchained spirits ? bodies writhing raped, murdered NO WAR the call PEACE ‘the aim' NO MORE destroying,no false claim; Senseless, pointless, meaningl...

War broke out on the Eastern Front Border of  West Pakistan as it was known as such  since its birth in 1947.East Pakistan was a thousand miles away with Indian land in between.Travelling from West to East was either by air or by sea.This gap affected the relationships on both sides and then the enemy is always ready to grab a chance. It was  late September or early October in 1971 This was the second time the conflict escalated. The previous clash in 1965 saw me in college but this time I was a young mother with a two month old baby. Returning by road in a driver driven car our destination was the city of Lahore. Home duty and responsibility forced me to travel. With a baby in my lap accompanied by my young brother in law we bravely drove on. When we reached near the city, the main bridge on the River Ravi was under attack. I heard air raid sirens  the sound of jets and the strafing of bullets. We stopped right there on the roadside the place is known as Shahdar...

                                                                   They  came to see the girl , they had to choose, and then she was chosen all the time the boy and the boys mother,sat looking at her,she was frozen wonder what they had in mind, what they expected, what they saw in reality, her fair color, smoothness of skin, length of hair and body, style of femininity the tea trolley had felt heavy as she pushed it in the living room, steps heavy on the carpeted floor, eyelids dropping with sleep, she glimpsed  a fat belly wondered whose was it in the family chosen for her, for future life and living ‘tea has a good taste, did you make it ? a croaky voice sounded tight n chilling she dared not raise her eyes, she was not supposed to  typical Eastern attitude of shyness, maturity, submissiven...