You are tired fighting too much inside—
inner tug of war—yet there are wars going outside.
What do you do?!
When the news keeps whispering
Gaza like a wound that does not clot,
When sirens slice the sky of Iran
and children in Sudan
learn the language of hunger
before they learn the alphabets—
What do you do when your own chest
is another battlefield?
I have trenches in my ribs.
I have landmines in my throat.
Every memory of you is a drone
that never misses.
The world argues about borders,
About who owns which river,
Which God signs the treaty—
and I cannot even negotiate
peace between my longing and my pride.
You said love should feel like shelter.
But it felt like confiscation!
I held flowers in my hands,
returned with smoke in my lungs and tears in my eyes!
A heart full of ache!
They say ceasefire.
They say strategic loss.
They say collateral damage.
They say inflation and life loss!
I say your silence
was a sanctioned strike.
I scroll past rubble,
Charred schools,
Fathers folding grief like creased papers—
and I wonder why my private heartbreak
feels obscene in a century bleeding out.
Yet pain does not compete.
It coexists.
A bomb falls somewhere—a memory falls here.
A building collapses—
My illusion collapses.
Somewhere, a lover does not return.
Somewhere, neither did you.
You are tired fighting too much inside—
Inner tug of war—
Yet there are wars going outside.
So what do you do?
You do not become stone.
You do not turn away.
Instead you become a living tomb witnessing the ghosts of grief!
You light a candle for cities you have never seen.
You forgive yourself for loving someone
who did not know how to stay.
You refuse to let the world teach you cruelty
as survival.
You stitch your heart slowly,
As physicians stitch torn flesh in underground hospitals on busy days - filled with corpses.
You choose—
Even now—not to bomb your own tenderness.
Because if the world is burning, someone must remain soft!
And if love failed you,
let it not turn you into another war.
A never ending war within you!
The after effect of the war lingers long than you've ever imagined!
As if a 'Hiroshima' is born out of you!
Inside you!
You are an Artemis made with fury of love only to be consumed by the fire of passion and dissolve in the acid of hope.
Hoping one day there will be peace-
Peace between the divided people and regions.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Time Frame: 7.11 am, Tagar, MIST
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