Shouldn'T Have Come
descending from the midnight stars....
through a path enlightened by a merry gleam...
walked in he through a childhood dream...
into what thoughts,what world of screams...
and faces stared down upon...their eyes spoke a strange suspicion...
one presence too alien,for an age old vision...
few hopes too high for a broken nation...
his first steps, i do remember..
through falling leaves of a trembling faith...
and through my silent secret's chamber..
along with voices versing wraith...
with every step my boy grew older..
his senses numb, his feelings colder..
with every death of a friendly soldier...
burned my boy,but was left to smolder....
Copyright © Abhishek Mondol | Year Posted 2012
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