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The Shadows of War

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I bait the lights
to recluse into darkness,
as I step again into a past
made of voiceless shadows.

If I look closely,
the shadows conjure images:
of a ruined city and orphaned children.

If I smell closely:
it all smells of gunpowder,
dried blood and unending screams.

and if I move closer:
I am in again in the war itself,
they never really end,
their shadows never disappear.

I have learned to live with them,
and they follow me,
wherever I go.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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