War brings wounds, peace brings puzzles.
Kill them all to save them all.
That was his daily mantra as I saw him pacing in that ward.
I was told that he was a soldier with a heart of a warrior. He lost his mind to a war but war failed to make him lose his heart. He was talking from his heart as I perceived his mantra.
Everyone knew he had seen what most of us even can’t imagine. Someone once said that living after seeing a war is hard; memories of death and dying even can kill those who had survived
One day I found him calmer and sitting up in a chair. I asked him about his mantra. He looked at me, smiled and got up. I heard then what I had heard before; war brings wounds, peace brings puzzles, kill them all to save them all.
To some, an experience of war brings them to a place, where mind just can’t lead and heart lose its language.
Others live on as tales of warriors; when heads rise, hearts sink, souls fly and bodies get counted with a pride.
I know now what I knew then; he was one of those.
2 comments:
You have captured the tale of the warriors and one especially sensitive warrior--whose head rose, heart sank, his soul flew and whose body you do count with much pride.
Thank you for "Peace brings puzzles."
You made my soul fly near where the warriors dwell.
Yes indeed it captured my soul and put me in a horrible and dreadful standstill posture and on recalling and gaining all my senses I pray the All Mighty God to bless the mankind and keep them happy healthy progressive with positive attitude between man and man nation and nation and country and country to avoid after maths of WAR.
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