When?

The scents and colours of the morning

arouse the wetness of the night.

The dewdrop splendour awakens the

dawning sunrise drenched in colours

of gold, grey and orange,

asking much of the skies --

to unite — unite across the border line,

to make sure each soldier returns home

to their waiting wives, mothers and children.

The battle stops raging. The anger calms —

no longer flows deep through

the veins of the Earth

filling the arteries of battling men.

Winning or losing makes no sense

if at the end the Earth closes its doors

to armies drenched in nuclear waste

or melting ice floes. Angry with the

rapacity of the species, Nature

waterlogged weeps in desperation.

When will they understand?

When will harmony be restored to the mind of man?

When will War end? And life unfold in a new mould?

Mitali Chakravarty is a writer and the founding editor of Borderless Journal. She likes to ride on light beams and waft among clouds in quest of a world drenched in love, tolerance, kindness and harmony.