War and Love My life is smoke filled. There is no fire in this life now. This body will not be converted into ashes. The hut of my life has completely been smoke filled. The cow-dung cakes used for cooking food have filled the house with smoke. Look at my hands, sir. Look at the holes, sir. For a little light as small as a glow, my entire house has been filled with smoke. My body is not fit for the cremation ground. It is not fit to live in the house. I have lost all desire and hope on this, my life! sir. What has been left in this body, in this life, sir! https://www.boloji.com/articles/55392/war-and-love