Saturday, August 30, 2025

Children of War

There’s a certain joy  In domesticity 

Having supper with loved

Ones. Turning into the insulated 


Safety of a homely bed, the warmth

Of covers, mum and dad


And then I think of those who

Can not have these simpler 


Joys of life. Children of war,

I wonder who will tuck them in


Tonight. 




Anant Dhavale

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