I Will Come Back Johnny-I Promise
My soul hangs half alive on the barbed wired fence
My body all bloody and my heart refusing to dance
My mind races to the battle field
The image of that dignified soldier waiting to be killed
I feel his faint heart beating as my cold lips depart him with a kiss
I hear my voice, “I will come back Johnny; I promise!”
There is no time to stop
There is a battle to be fought
Out of the hundreds, a few of us make it to the borders
There is no ranked officer to give us any orders
My Venerable body now a river of tears
In a glass building, opportunists celebrate with glasses of beers
My promise to return- Johnny’s only blanket in this cold
Unlike a Hollywood star, my battered body not so bold
Johnny departs his suffering in a day
Mine to be embraced each night and forever with me to stay
My soul hangs half alive on the barbed wired fence
My body all bloody and my heart refusing to dance.
Copyright © Rohini Balram | Year Posted 2019
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