On a lazy morning, we went in search of food, water; we
found nothing and wandered endlessly.
Through those narrow lanes, we walked being clueless.
Just then the skies brought on us a different kind of rain.
This rain was not of water but of few handbills, which made us realize that the
enemy was coming for us.
But before we could think of it, gunshots went off. Life was
in the grip of death.
The ocean swelled, ships drowned and strewn bodies painted a
portrait of utter failure.
Isn’t it clear by now, war isn’t really easy.
The pilots put their lives at risk.
They chased the enemies in the blue skies. They flew
furiously. Some so down; we thought they will come crashing on us.
War isn’t easy.
The constantly ticking sound is not that of a time bomb
hidden somewhere. But it’s our mind ticking maybe. Or is it the heart that is
beating abnormally. It’s war. The war isn’t allowing us to go home.
Help, help, help, we wish to shout. But there is no one to
heed to those shouts.
Bombs, missiles, grenades, guns, blankets, uniforms,
bullets, lifejackets; we have so much to run in our favor. But the war isn’t growing
easy.
Oil from the destroyed ships has now slowly started
corrupting the sea waters.
To hell with that coward who reacted so violently that a
seafarer’s associate stumbled down the yacht’s deck and died.
They are taking turns to evacuate us from this place;
including the wounded and ignoring the dearest dead.
Finally when we got to go home, we were applauded.
We fought at DUNKIRK.
Don’t you know? DUNKIRK is in news again.
My favorite director Nolan has hit the bull’s eye. I think, DUNKIRK will help me develop new kind
of love for war based movies.
-Virtuous Vociferous
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