Contenting Warning: Death, Violence, Warfare
The left breast pocket of his torn shirt,
That is where a photo lies.
A beautiful girl, his lover perhaps,
Of angelic smile and innocent eyes.
The photo was old, half-drenched in blood
But so near to his heart.
Symbol of the promises to stay together,
Now a thousand miles apart.
Come back home, lost soldiers,
No sacrifice has to be made.
Reminisce those days of laughter,
No graves are left for the dead!!
Dried up in blood, in the battle field
The enemy’s bullets he bore.
Cold body, eyes wide open,
His heart was beating no more.
A friend has fallen, a son is lost
A comrade bows his head.
The unborn child has lost her father,
The widow sleeps lonely in bed.
Come back home, lost soldiers,
No sacrifice has to be made.
Reminisce those days of laughter,
No graves are left for the dead!!
