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Poetry

The New War

Gourab Banerjee

It is true what they say about coming back home,
For it is a place, where you can safely roam,
The one who sells its body every night,
Craves love the most at the end of every fight,
War between two, makes a lot more suffer,
Rules in the morning, blood for supper,
The daunting eye looks for the corpse in the end,

Come back home soldier; you have a soul to tend,

The return from the battlefield ain't an easy one,
Those wretched souls, crave, for one dusty bun,
Every war tale, screams melancholy, atleast once,
Those li'l kids grew up, sharing nostalgia with big guns,
Atop the tower, the soldier stood with head held high,
The war was won, with betrayal and a truthful lie,
Ask for help once, and the helping hand would lend,

Come back home soldier; you have the soul to tend,

The old home, feels like a new ground for conflict,
Memories once made, dictates a path, too strict,
Knocks on the door now, scares the one inside,
The new war zone, shall feel like a place to confide,
If you still get lost in this maze of pretence,
Come through the way, behind the barbed fence,
The more you aim to please, the more you shall offend,
For now,

Come back home soldier; you have your soul to tend.

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