Posted on September 17, 2007 - by rdilipk1

A Lost Winner

This is one of my alltime favorite poems that I wrote on the consequences of a war. Who stand to win at the end of the war – is it the victor, or the looser. I wonder who.

The smoke had subsided,
And the noises dead,
Some of them rejoiced,
And yet others fled,
Victory for some,
And loss for the other,
I wonder, Oh! God,
Who were the looser?
And who were the others.

I saw an old man,
Against his stick, stooping,
Barely could he walk,
Searching for something,
He was on the victors” side,
Yet he had lost something,
I wonder, Oh! God,
Is he a looser who lost everything?
Or, a victor who gained nothing.

I saw a woman in a corner,
Quiet she was, yet sobbing,
No shoulder to lay her head on,
Ahead lay, a life so tiring,
She was on the looser” side,
Whom did she loose to,
She was wondering,
I wonder, Oh! God,
What game is this,
That a looser loses once and for all
And a victor gains none at all.

I saw a child in her bed,
Innocence in her eyes bearing,
Waiting for her father to come,
Sweet tunes of lullaby bearing,
I wonder, which side she was,
She had not played a thing,
And yet she had lost it all,
I wonder, Oh! God,
Why do we play game like these,
Where victors don”t stand,
And looser don”t fall.
The war had ended,
And home they went all,
The child slept silent,
Not knowing why she lost at all.