War and Emotions by Pragathi and Jitu

When challenges dawn upon us and tie us up in a situation that triggers strong emotions, that's when we express ourselves in art - the form that naturally comes to us. It's a form of catharsis, screaming, crying, and urging the world to look in our direction. War brings the most vulnerable side of ours to the forefront. We see a reflection that's strong, sensitive, human, all at once. Pragathi's poem here will engulf you into this scene with her and maybe you'll experience something you never have before.

The poem is accompanied by Jitu Thitme's oil painting on canvas that portrays feelings of a person in an exclamation mark.

WAR & CRY

There is no more pain , no more vain.

I won’t be here for war again . No more tears or words to say , the last ray of hope moves to the bay. There won’t be any missiles in my head that wake me up in a pool of blood. I shall grow no more old and weary, this shall be the last day in my diary . No more days with no food but famine my little brother almost forgot to cry. The Last drop of milk may never come, Mom told me to suck my thumb . Dad fears no more, the blood and cannons, he never told us about this unknown. Far in the sky a ball bursts so bright, with his injured arm dad hugs me tight. No more friends or games to play, the smallest coffins are the hardest to take. Where will I find them all again? May be in heaven, where they await! One by one we blast away with no return to an early grave. Why do you shed the innocent’s blood to wash the sins of those 'undead'?

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For the love of art,

Pragathi and Jitu