War
I saw a child,
on the lap of his mother.
His mother was seeting,
beside the grave of his father.
His father was a solder;
who died last night.
He was the captain of his team,
oh!wat was a horrible fight.
The mother was blasting into cry,
the child dont know what in die,
he just looked at his mother's eye,
and gave his father
a silent goodbye.
Today the graveyeard is full of crowed,
and the chest of their country is full of proud;
the enthem song is too loud,
that they can't feel their pain.
Some people are looking at the sky;
and streached their hend up,
may be they trying to
give them last goodbuy.
Some are too shocked
that they can't cry.
other's are waiting for their turn;
they are ready to burry
either their brother or son.
I dont think,this is a bravery;
no!it's not a bravery,
it's the countries shy,
will be expose one day,
no matter how much they try.
Copyright © Chidananda Bhattacharjee | Year Posted 2012
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