He is not here

I whisper his name
but he heeds not.
Could he be afar!
I call out loud
but still no reply.

May be he hears
but responds not.
may be he responds
but I don't hear -
a numbing pain impairs
me momentarily.

Unsatisfied longing
fosters deep emptiness.
A wailing echoes through
the vast, empty field,
searching in vain.

The long drawn silence
finally reminds me-
He is not here.
He is not here.

I wonder why

In the dead of the night
clamoring footsteps,
gun shells break the silence.
air strikes, rockets
light up the night sky.

The world watches the
might of the military -
while kids become orphans,
widows and mothers 
left to weep.

In the dead of the night
while the other world sleeps
I wonder why? why?