Daily Verse
Week 1, July 2025
The Sound Leaves Slowly
By Divya Venkateswaran 1st July 2025
The war didn’t come with drums
Just static
A spoon clinking on an empty plate
Sirens were pressure cookers
A gate left swinging
The hum of a raga forgotten mid-song
Children counted silences
Between gunshots
Some hummed back
Peace tiptoed in
No anthem,
Just a woman singing while washing rice
off-key, unafraid.
Charge
by Anju Kishore 2nd July 2025
in the name of God
let me kill
may i strike down pride
behead my greed
and bury fear alive
may i set my ego aflame
and let my anger
walk the fire
again and again
may the crows feed
on my attachments
and vultures on my lust
my senses may i bend
one by one to His will
one by one, all my flaws
in the name of God
let me kill
Meet Me Anew
By Belinda Behni 3rd July 2025
Lay down your gun
and meet me
beneath the olive trees
mourning doves
and sun-baked fruit
nestle in their leaves
We can surely shelter there
to mend the wounds of war
to share our grief
our hopes
our dreams
and rest until the dawn
We will rise
full-throated then
and call to the morning sun
that we have plans
to heal the world
and we have just begun
Anguish in Pahalgam
By Ketaki Mazumdar 4th July 2025
the tenuous stitches
came undone...
ripped...
a valley meadow bled...
a shame revealed a malfunction...
in the beauty…
I dare you not to react...
listen... the gun shots could have been for you...
the horror... draping your family...
innocents killed purposely...
planned…
with a human toxicity...
nature watched ashamed...
life was a moment of joy...
a dream...
snatched by a terror attack...
sudden and cowardly...
stunned in grief,
helpless horror draped...
the air shook with bullets ricocheting...
reverberating echoes in the soft green hills...
Deodars, Chinar trees...apples, walnuts, saffron, tulips,
in inhuman throes
in a bloodbath...
innocence was snatched by sick minds
who choreographed this horror...
the mountains echoed the helpless dirge...
the sweet meadow grass and flowers turned red...
seeped with the dead...
crimson awoke,
fangs bared...
I mourn...
stunned...
I pray... hurt at the death of humanity...
deep pain and heaviness...
for truth lies bleeding...
silent undercurrents in underground rivers... blue and pristine...
smouldering hate... the churning continues...
what will diffuse bombs and guns from firing...
stop men being brainwashed... for killing...
will peace lovers create again a beautiful tapestry... ?
Kashmir...
a textile of many weaves...
that is our country and a story of peace...
and beauty...
as ordinary citizens we cry... coexistence is our dream...
... what shall we now do with the blood stains of the…
innocents...
who died so brutally...
spilling their blood in what they believed was paradise...
who will mend this grief... this anguish... in Pahalgam...
for today...
… innocent blood has been spilled?
War, the Loser
By Sherin Maria Zacharia 5th July 2025
Verses will no more rain
Ink has dried on the poet’s quill
Morning brings with it, news
New conflicts, tomorrow’s old stories.
No more space to share
On the page, on the land
Not any where in the heart, no words
more to write, no thoughts to spare.
Misery for the sick and the old
Slain soldiers valiant, their families bold.
Lands once lovely, no more the same
Lives struggle, beg bread with shame.
Fire, a golden facade on the ruins
Poems burn to ash, in silence
Wars never had any winner
World alone is always the loser.
The * “extinguished star “will rise
Again, in the sky darkened by bias
To shine with love for all other;
Over queues of children lost to hunger;
On cities where limbs were snipped by arms traders.
Hope and peace will flutter their wings
Perch together with love
A pair of soft, white doves
To coo a song together, of benevolence.
Biographies of Poets
Divya Venkateswaran is an English language educator, poet, podcaster, and publishing consultant. She is the author of A Slice of Reverie and Impetus, and founder of The Book Bracket. Through training, publishing, and podcasting, she curates meaningful literary conversations and supports emerging voices across diverse platforms.
Anju Kishore is a Pushcart (Poetry) Prize 2022 and 2024 nominee, a Touchstone Award 2023 longlister, and an award-winning editor of numerous free-verse anthologies. Her first book of poems, ‘…and I Stop to Listen’ was published in 2018 and her second book, ‘My Conversations with God, Life, and Death’ in 2025. Her poems are part of significant anthologies like Aatish 2, The Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English 2022 and 2023(Hawakal and Pippa Rann Books, UK respectively), and Late-blooming Cherries 2024 (Haiku Poetry from India, Harper Collins). She has dabbled in online theatre and is currently exploring Japanese forms of poetry.
Belinda Behne grew up in the midwest, but she has spent most of her adult life in the vibrant culture of New York City. Her first career, as a teacher of special education, led her to the love of art, literature and theatre. She has pursued her passions of acting, writing poetry and performing professional voice-overs for more than three decades. She currently lives on the edge of a salt marsh, where life continues to inspire her in new ways. Her poems can be found in LEAF Journal, The Wise Owl, Scarlet Dragonfy and Cold Moon Journal.
Ketaki Mazumdar is an educationist and a poet. She is the recipient of many awards. Her poetry reflects her excitement with the beauty of nature, emotions, of grief, joy, love and also gently touches on the spirituality and mysticism of life.
Sherin Mary Zacharia a young poet of 21 expresses herself through her verses. She loves to write about nature most but some of her poems are on topics like mental illness and disability. She is a regular blogger (www.musingsofsher.in) and often contributes to English anthologies. She has received several awards and recognitions latest being the selection of her poem by the United Nations as part of observing World Autism Awareness Day 2023. A self-learner she likes to read, watch visual lessons and travel. Being a non speaking autistic she lets her poetry be her voice. Moonlight is her collection of poems and short prose(2017). She is a co author of Talking Fingers(2022) and Discourses on Disability (2021) Sherin is from Kochi , Kerala, India where she lives with her parents, younger sister and pet cat.
Week 2, July 2025
Survival
By Sushmita Sridhar 9th July 2025
What would you do if a tank rolled down your street
and pointed its guns at you?
Would you call your children to you
come see this monstrous killing machine,
Or leave a poem for your enemy
scrawled on your bedsheets;
Or hold your breath, hush your child,
gather your supplies to move down the street?
Would you keep watching them watching you
or would you flee?
Would you shop defiant proud
at thieves’; market exultant to be alive;
or make a list, a street catalogue of wails and cries
frightened into silence by the war machine;
apologize to your only child
for your choices in unsent letters?
As the barrage of bullets and bombs break—
your defences, your hearing, your dreams,
Would you still hang on to hope?
What would you do?
Would you keep watching them watching you
or would you flee?
Would you step out on corpse-strewn streets
to collect souvenirs for your child?
And make a game of make-belief
of this ordeal, this ill-fated time;
Or walk proud defiant down blasted streets
exultant to be alive?
Would you keep watching them watching you
or would you flee?​
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Poet's Note::This poem was written early this year in response to the ongoing war and genocide in Gaza and is inspired by my reading of the diary of a Palestinian poet, Nahil Mohana, who writes of her experience of trying to survive with her family in the ruins of war-torn Gaza.
Sundowning
By Jeena R Papaadi 8th July 2025
Sundowning,
they call it:
That gradual creeping
of darkness
into your soul.
You turn away
And flee,
Chasing
The vanishing,
flickering, candlelit
Warmth of your own heart;
The spark that threatens
To die at the
slightest breeze.
The receding
Spot of light
Slipping beneath the horizon
Of your mind.
You grab it;
It slips through
Your fingers...
You snatch at
The elusive little ember;
Blowing, to rekindle it
For, at the slightest
Whisper, it goes out
As though
Seeking a reason
To plunge you into despair
Meanwhile,
The rest of the world
Is busy betraying
Everyone they know
To tremendous consequences
So why should
Your own sense of
Shock and helplessness
Or desolation
Matter?
You close your eyes,
Take deep breaths
And tightly grasp the tiny
Flicker of joy for dear life.
And wait for sunrise.
For who speaks for you, if you don’t?
Etna, Erupting
By Radha Chakravarty 11th July 2025
Etna
explodes
unexpectedly—
pyroclastic outburst
of smoke-ash-molten-lava
fountain of earth’s pent-up rage
sound and fury surely signifying something
A Verse
By Joanna Ashwell 12th July 2025
it seems as if
the wind hesitates
before the crash
of another bomb
in our shattered streets
this silence
of a river swing
holds our heart
in the flex
of peace talks
once we played
amongst the poppies
now only ruins
offer a key
to starting over
Biographies of Poets
Jeena R. Papaadi is a writer based in Bengaluru and Thiruvananthapuram with six books to her credit, including novels, short stories and poetry. Her novel Rat, Rabbit, Rock! was shortlisted in PVLF 2024 Literature festival under Best Fiction-English category. Her story ‘Houses of God’ was among the six stories by Indian authors featured in Wisdom of Our Mothers: Indian Edition, published by Familia Books, USA, in 2011. Her works have appeared in numerous multi-author anthologies and distinguished publications including The Hindu, Borderless Journal, Kitaab, European Association of Palliative Care, and Aksharasthree.
Radha Chakravarty is a widely published writer, critic and translator. Subliminal: Poems is her recent collection of poetry. Her poems have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. She contributed to Pandemic: A Worldwide Community Poem (Muse Pie Press, USA), nominated for the Pushcart Prize 2020.
Joanna Ashwell is a short form poet (from the UK) who writes Haiku, Tanka, Haibun, Cherita and other related forms. She has published four collections of poetry. Between Moonlight a collection of haiku was published by Hub Editions in 2006. Her tanka collection ‘Every Star’ was published by KDP on Amazon in 2023. Her Cherita collection ‘River Lanterns’ was published by 1-2-3 Press on Amazon in 2023. She currently serves on the selection team for the Canadian Tanka Journal GUSTS.
Vijay Prasad is a poet from Patna, India. He is disappointingly interested in life. He has a passion for haiku, language, philosophy, and so on ... He is published in Bones, Under the Basho, tinywords, Failed Haiku, The Mumba Journal, Haiku Dialogue, Prune Juice, among others
Week 3, July 2025
Pitfalls
By Sanjeev Sethi 15th July 2025
Poems happen as the head and harvest
years of sparks, a spontaneous push.
My mavourneen is a dab hand at making
me fall in love with her again and again.
When compelled to indite on the icky,
does it fall short?
The brave and buff who clamor for
the theatre of war must be permitted
to blow the bugle if a son or spouse
is on the front line. The perfect balance
is between mission accomplished and
the general markdown.
Poems
By Fatma Zohra Habib 14th July 2025
the sound of shells
fills the air
a little girl declares
the birth of safety
clutching her father’s helmet
when will the bombing stop?
a daily question
for a Gazan child
he dreams of a morning
chasing a butterfly
Weaving the Net of Faith
By Swati Basu Das 16th July 2025
The gloomy sky showers
Blazing wrath of Hephaestus.
Myriad star shell like fallen angels;
They drop to burn and raze,
Dousing every dreams in red.
Beneath the blue, atop the brown,
Splintered rainbow wails,
Thirsty souls bawl, welling up
Bone-dry river of lost hope;
Salty, sullied and stray,
It flounders into a distant Strait -
The deeply quaint Hormuz zigzags afar,
Kissing and caressing a last village - Kumzar -
A halcyon abode blooming
With rosy dreams, wiping celestial tears,
Its irenic fishermen weaving
The net of faith, fishing sunken harmony
And wishing a Promised Land upon shooting stars.
Make Peace Not War-With Ageing
By Satbir Chadha 17th July 2025
I sleep on embers and awake on logs of ice
The pain of my peeled skin daunted by indifference of friends
Illness is an art that I need to learn
To be just sick enough to garner concern
The correct gravity and the controlled wheeze
Not the perennially extending chronic disease
For to live one needs love and one needs attention
I need to convey the importance of my existence
I choose to exude life and convey it’s sweet fragrance
For the part of me that’s sick I have my own compassion
What is life but fire and a slow combustion
In the womb is the fire of procreation
Also the amniotic sac a volatile throbbing ocean
A balance of ice and fire is the secret of creation
But I’m getting smaller and smaller in my soul
And I can feel the receding intensity of fire
Also the skimming waves of my strength on the shore
The rhymes are falling apart and verbs are falling short
The oars are still as the little boat rocks
And slowly gets pulled in the puffing dark
The heart hunts for words gasping for breath
Soundless snowflakes lie cold and lifeless
Thus is one born and thus does he die
The orgasmic bubble that floated and burst
No more and no less than fire and ice
War & Peace: Between Ruin & Raga
By Giuliana Ravaglia 18th July 2025
On the windowsill
a lighted lamp
at dusk -
between bare hands
I gather hope
sunflowers
they no longer look
towards East -
between curves of mud
a thousand refugees alone
leaden horizons
on barbaric ice fires
in the wounded blue
the cry of a clear dawn
Biographies of Poets
Sanjeev Sethi is an award-winning poet who has authored eight poetry books. His poems have been published in over thirty-five countries and appear in more than 500 journals, anthologies, and online literary venues. He is the joint winner of Full Fat Collection Competition-Deux, organized by Hedgehog Poetry Press, UK. Sethi is in the top 10 of the erbacce-prize 2021. He is the recipient of the Ethos Literary Award 2022. In 2023, he won the First Prize in a Poetry Competition by the National Defence Academy, Pune. He was conferred the 2023 Setu Award for Excellence. He lives in Mumbai
Fatma Zohra Habis lives in Algeria. She love poetry and Japanese culture. Fatma's specialty is physics. Several haiku and tanka poems have been published around the world, such as The Enchanted Garden and The Sacred Dragonfly THE Daily foundation The LEAF journal
Swati Basu Das lives in Oman. She is a journalist. Her articles and columns on current issues, culture, and travel are published in newspapers and magazines. Her short stories and flash fiction have appeared in FemAsia, Borderless Journal, and others. She's a post-graduate in English Literature and has obtained a master's degree in Journalism and a diploma in Public Relations. She has worked with dailies like Times of India, Hindustan Times, Statesman in India and currently writes columns and articles for newspapers and magazines in Oman. She relishes music, escapades, coffee and John Keats.
Satbir Chadha is the author of the highly acclaimed book, “For God Loves Foolish People”, for which she was awarded the Reuel International prize. Her second novel is “Betrayed, tale of a rogue surgeon”, a medical thriller. She has been published in over twenty national and international anthologies, containing poetry and short stories. She has three solo poetry collections to her credit, “Breeze”, “Glass Doors”, and the recent “The Last Lamp”. She was awarded the Litpreneur Award by Authorspress for her contribution to literature. She is also the founder of the NISSIM International Prize for Literature, awarded every year to upcoming writers of English prose and poetry.
Giuliana Ravaglia was born in the province of Bologna (Italy), is a former primary school teacher and has a great love for poetry, especially haiku. His poems have been published on websites and online magazines: Otata, Troutswirl, ESUJ-H, Asahi Haikuist Network, The Mainichi, Scarlet Dragonfly Journal, Haikuuniverse, Cold Moon Journal, Akita International Haiku Network, The Bamboo Hut, Take 5ive, Haiku Corner, Memoirs of a Geisha, HaikuNetra, Haiku World, Failed Haiku among others. he received Honorable mention in Haiku EuroTop 100
Week 4, July 2025
Oh! The Promised Land
By Laksmisree Banerjee 21st July 2025
Monstrous canopies of
dark wooly clouds spurn us
but remain our daily shelters
our bruised bodies shelled
our bellies with wrenching hunger
kith and kin now cadavers
under debris of our lost homes ---
Trucks keep approaching us
with sirens evocative of silence
the battlefield keeps growing
numb like scythed cornfields
in the dismay of winter storms
yet no cessation of ravage
for long eons of deluging tears ---
We were such great friends and
neighbours holding hands in playful fray
our lands mixed and merged infinitely
like our blood and hearts in tender love
till borders of the mind cropped up
like bristling fences in our ruined gardens
missiles raged with machine guns
mourning in black rain and tears
while machinations ruthless rule for power -
We were born from the same roots
from the same testament of faith
from the same soil we tilled for food
when marching soldiers from distant lands
came to divide rather than unite us
they poured acid on our promised land
divine bonding of ages ruptured in a moment
their bombardments now continue daily
regular amnesia and relentless cannons of hate ---
Our brotherhood broken like scorched twigs
slender strings of affection burnt to ashes of lava
the other day food and relief arrived after ages
like a fugitive rainbow in the weeping sky
but they broke our outstretched arms
we ran after them with our starved stomachs
wailing children and the whimpering aged mourning
as they killed us on their way of rendering relief ---
Kashmir, Gaza, Palestine, Iran,Israel, Ukraine and more
the world sits mute and dumb watching gruesome pageants
forming councils of power and congregations of chicanery
like vultures circulating in emptiness and greed
waiting for carcasses and heaps of dead flesh
to feed upon in bleeding sunsets
merging with endless flows of riverine red
despite our sacramental ties now sacrificed
our shredded lives howling in butchery ---
And now they crush us beneath their wheels
with roaring guns and raging infernos
we still clamour and clamber for morsels of breath
till Death has become our Guardian of Life
in an endless Apocalypse ---
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Poet's Note: A poem written in grief about a conflict-ridden world
Poems on War & Peace
by John Pappas 22nd July 2025
summer stars
the arc of tracer fire
over the river
summer stars
the arc of tracer fire
over the river
after the bomb
our reflections in
cracked glass
Frankenstein's monster
By Santosh Bakaya 23rd July, 2025
“Peace is surrender! You peaceniks will destroy the world!”
“Peace is cowardice. Peace will tear the world asunder.”
A so-called intellectual of Conflict and Peace Studies
snarled, full of ire. Balling his fists, spewing fire.
The surroundings resounded with stentorian wrath.
Angry faces looked at me. Their eyes mere stilts.
Pointing accusatory fingers at me, they yelled.
A lone moth banged itself against the window.
I did not see the accusatory fingers,
I only saw Frankenstein’s Monster doing a grotesque dance.
But no, there were many more. More! More!
Creeping from the shadows, well-armed.
Flaunting war paint, taunting the peace-mongers.
Tempestuous winds blew, as battle cries were issued.
“No mercy! No mercy! The battle begins.”
The cacophony of war drums and spine-chilling killing.
The belligerent ones were elated
as nuclear scientists were decimated.
Drones, missiles, and explosions ricocheting!Hush- Hush!
Rising above the beating of drums,
were heard the faint strains of a melody.
It was a golden oriole trilling from a tree.
But who was bothered about its edifying plea?
Or the powerful baritone of MLK Jr:
“Over the bleached bones and jumbled remains of civilizations
are written, the words Too Late.”
Or the half-naked fakir’s golden rule of non-violence.
The Golden oriole in its avian naiveté continued to trill
perched on a forlorn tree.
The war-mongers, like the Frankenstein monster
continued to rave and rant, bellowing maledictions,
lurching forward towards more and more destruction.The naïve golden Oriole was unstoppable.
It continued singing its delightfully jolly tune.
But the silly little bird did not know that the warmongers
would never realise their folly.
Whispers of War, Echoes of Peace
By Mehak Varun 24th July 2025
War and peace — a tangled vine,
They twist within the human mind.
A soldier's cry, a mother’s prayer,
A child's dream lost in smoky air.
The roar of guns, the silence after,
A grave where once there bloomed a laughter.
Ashes fall like winter snow,
On fields where love once used to grow.
Peace — a fragile, trembling dove,
Built on hope and stitched with love.
It asks for strength, not in the sword,
But in the keeping of a word.
And war — it knocks with iron hands,
To break what kindness understands.
It feeds on pride, on ancient pain,
And leaves behind a crimson stain.
Yet deep within each beating heart,
We know where war ends, peace can start.
Not in conquest, not in might,
But in the will to choose what’s right.
So let the mind, so scarred, so wise,
Look not through hate, but through clear eyes.
For every life we choose to spare,
Is one more step toward repair.
War and peace — they dance and flee,
But we decide what song shall be.
Let it be one the world can sing,
Of broken swords, and doves in wing.
Waiting for the Butterflies
By Paramita Mukherjee Mullick 25th July 2025
The little girl looked at the war ravaged forests.
Trees were blackened and the undershrub was burnt.
Birds have stopped singing and squirrels were no longer scampering around.
There was an eerie silence, nowhere was any happy sound.
Suddenly she heard the trickling of water.
She ran and saw a glistening stream in the lifeless forest.
Trying its best to be alive in that burnt up ground.
Some saplings have sprouted around the stream and life was found.
Some tiny insects were coming out from the muddy ground.
Caterpillars were trying to feed on the little vegetation that was left.
The little girl knew nothing about wars...the truth and the lies.
She sat there and looked at the caterpillars and waited for the butterflies.
Biographies of Poets
Laksmisree Banerjee is a Multiple Award-Winning Poet /Author, Literary Critic, Educationist, Sr. Academic and Practicing Radio & TV Vocalist with several National and International Publications, Assignments & Awards to her credit.
John Pappas is a poet and teacher whose work has appeared in many poetry journals and anthologies. His haiku have garnered a Touchstone Award from The Haiku Foundation, a 2023 Trailblazer award, a silver medal in the 2023 Ito En New Haiku Grand Prix, Best in the United States in the 2023 Vancouver Invitational, a Sakura Award in the 2024 Vancouver Invitational, and honorable mention in the 2024 Heliosparrow Frontier Awards, among others. His first chapbook dimes of light was published in 2024 by Yavanika Press. His work is featured in the recently published haiku anthology off the main road: six contemporary haiku poets (Alba Publishing, 2024) and his longer poetry has twice been selected for the Mayor of Boston's Poetry Contest (2016 and 2020)
Internationally acclaimed, Santosh Bakaya, PhD, poet, essayist, novelist, biographer, TEDx speaker, columnist, and reviewer, has written thirty books across different genres. Her ten books of poetry, themed around nature, peace, and belligerence, have been well-received, worldwide. Her two biographies, Ballad of Bapu, [Poetic Biography of Mahatma Gandhi], and Only in Darkness Can You See the Stars [Biography of Martin Luther King Jr] have won laurels. Her latest book, Din about Chins [Penprints 2025], has garnered a lot of critical acclaim. Her columns, Trigger that Creative Spark in Kashmir pen, and Morning Meanderings in learning and creativity.Com have a huge readership.
Writer, poet, an artist, Mehak Varun, is the author of four books - THE Humane Quest vol 1, 2 & 3 and I am Me. She has been bestowed with 100 Inspiring Authors of India award in Kolkata. She has also been honoured with the Women Of Influence 2019 award presented on women's day in New Delhi. Along with her books, her work has been published in various anthologies and she is recipient of various other prizes in poetry competitions as well. She has also been certified with course on persuasive writing and public speaking from Harvard.
Dr. Paramita Mukherjee Mullick is a scientist, literary curator and a poet. Her twelfth book will be released soon. Her poems have been translated into forty five languages and her books have been translated into Spanish, French, Chinese and Croatian. She is known as a positive poet and she promotes peace, multilingual and indigenous poetry. Her work promotes awareness about climate change and conservation. The 3 Ps…Poetry, Painting and Photography fascinates her. She heads two poetry and performance forums in Mumbai.
Last Week, July 2025
Poems on War & Peace
by Rupa Anand 28th July 2025
constant hum of war
on the idiot box
summer day
peace rally —
those dusty banners
blowing in the wind
oranges & lemons
pockmarked with shells
midsummer
Haiku
by Barbara Anna Gaiardani 30th July 2025
the plopping
of the ice cubes
hidden message
trip companion
background noise
from the fan
a wilderness
of empty rooms
it's so hot
Yes
By Snigdha Agrawal 29th July, 2025
Yes…
I have bought myself peace.
With the humble count of my prayer beads.
What other balm can still the storm
That thunders deep within?​
Yes…
The blinkers are drawn tight.
Rearward thoughts cloaked and veiled.
The windows of the mind, shuttered.
Fore and aft, girded in iron resolve.​
Yes…
I am a hopeless coward.
One who is faint of heartAt the sight of blood spills
caused by the edge of fury
Yes…The tidings of nukes rattled.
Of the threats posed to nations
This old, tempered heart shattered.
Turning to prayers for comfort.
Yes…
Let these prayer beads of mine
triumph over the bullet.
This is my coping mechanism.In a world ill-ridden
War & Peace
by Nivedita Karthik 19th July 0225
Somewhere just beyond, sirens take to the skies like birds, fading into the distance. An auto driver hums a song that was all the rage on radios in peacetime. A chai stall bhaiya stirs cardamom into the air. How can it smell so warm when all around is this cold? I tighten my dupatta around my chest. It does little to shield me. My phone screen blurs with images of yet another child lost in the pixelated grey smoke. The breeze around me carries no retorts of gunfire, just the remnants of a newspaper once tucked under someone's arm: Tensions escalate.
just a break
between the many wars
Peace
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Poet's Note: This poem was written during the time when tensions escalated between India and Pakistan in 2025, and this was the reality on the ground that many of us faced. I have tried to juxtapose how normalcy was seen in short bursts even as the terrors of war always cast a shadow over many of these.
Biographies of Poets
