Two poems on the evening of my eighteenth birthday

Well, this is it. I'm eighteen at last though I must say it doesn't any different than the day before or the ones before that and yet at dawn today, I've become an adult- someone responsible for himself. The thought scares and excites me in equal measure. In the light of this I'd like to publish two poems that I wrote a bit back and was waiting to publish on the right occasion, perhaps this is it

War

War? What has war done?

Brought misery to all, bar none

Don't the cries of children

Soften the hearts of these villains

Who dares to speak of freedom

In this land of bondage and misery


You ask what war has done?

Look at this country's very bones

The sacrifice of the few

Is necessary for the progress of the new

Naivety and ignorance is precious

Not all may reap its benefits


Is caring for the life of my fellow man

As only men of one kind can,

Is it so beyond your belief?

We can provide love and relief, not only grief

Must we wage wars with no winners

The only result more suffering


Kindness is not a virtue

It is but a luxury for few

Regardless of your resolve or will

Understand that those who kill 

Allow you to sleep in peace

Where they weep in agony


My path

My path is long and tough

Mere thoughts and dreams are not enough

To travel by this path

A calm mind free from wrath

Is essential beyond measure


My path is long and tough

Winter or Summer however rough

I must keep trudging on this road

Carrying my ambition and its load

To keep my dignity


My path is long and tough

Even if blood I cough

I will take each step like it's my last

My fear I shall leave in my past

Far ahead I see my paradise





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