A Dying Soldier
Contributed by
sahir
on
Wednesday, 9th December 2009 @ 02:51:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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A broken road,
Going upto hills,
Nobody thought that,
Anyone can walk on this..
Some dry trees beside it,
and this December,
Because of its lonliness,
Will be remembered...
I was still thinking it,
Nobody can come here,
But abruptly saw a young tired man,
Torn dress and neck up in vain...
He seemed a soldier,
Loser or winner...???
I looked to his dress like rags,
And then to his bloody face...
From his dress,
It seemed that he is the loser,
But from his face,
He seemed the only conqueror..
A couldn't ask from him,
Neither he told me,
He was moving faraway,
And i couldn't hold him..
For something i wanted to stop there,
But that killing dark's fear,
And i saw the soldier going down,
And it brought my eyes a crying tear..
And lastly i walked down the road,
And i saw the soldier unfold,
I knew these are the last moments,
I knew that was the breath-ending time..
But thinking about it, i got happy,
That in the heaven he'll be fine,
And that painful time crossed away,
The wounded soldier passed away!
DRY TREES PRAYED FOR HIM
AND MOTHER LAND TOOK HIM IN !!!!
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sahir
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2009-12-09 02:51:51] (Date/Time posted on
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