By Jayant Kashyap
and, somewhere, in the street
surrounded by shrapnel and falling walls,
children shoot each-other in a game
they play after their war-heroes
apart from reality
what’s war
to them anyway, but so much noise
and constant news of deaths and
seeing nothing
later, when little shrapnel pieces cling
to their pockets, those are but mere
memories of the game
(for Pushpesh Kashyap)