The War Within


I sat in a park on a wooden bench.
It began to rain, I began to drench.

Unknown to the strangers and beloved ones too,
there raged a war of which only I knew.

A war that causes death but sheds no blood
and kills the soul but needs no bullets.

Fought not with missiles, guns or swords,
this war is fought with thoughts and words,

not against a foe nor any friend
I myself am on both the ends.

This war is between who I am
and who I am supposed to be.
This war is about what I from myself
and what others want from me.

This is a war fought by one and all
knowing it can never be won;
For whichever of the two sides will fall,
the damage to self will surely be done.

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