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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