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6/28/2020 1:13:11 PM Mohammad Ahmed Ansari Posts: 2	The Soldier The dust has now settled, but the cries are raging on The battle has now settled, but the war is raging on We are still standing over this scorched land While our souls are getting burnt We are still marching over this dead land While our hearts are dying at every turn We can do nothing but our duty Don’t expect from us to show pity We are just heartless for the enemy As we do, anything for the country We are just soldiers We don’t ask you to remember us We are just saviors We don’t expect you to remember us I don't know if I'll see the one beside me For us, death is a part of life I don't know if the one who will be carried is me For us, killing is a part of life The bullets have now rained again My friends have now fallen again Have any of them asked for mercy? No! They say everything for the country This is a war and not some fairytale You’ll get death when you fail Should we make our face pale? No! We will always be brave and hale The dust has now settled, but the cries are raging on The battle has now settled, but the war is raging on I am now carrying my dear friends Some breaths have now been lost I am now praying for my dear friends Some souls have now been lost Should I shed tears on them? Should I feel pity for them? No! I can’t let their pride be defiled I still remember their dying smiles Their dying words make my heart heavy Their words were EVERYTHING FOR THE COUNTRY When we led our friend to his family We say he’s now a martyr for the country We heard a sudden cry, after a moment of silence I can only let my head down, hearing them weep in silence There is a sudden cry (scream) of a child from the door He asked his mother, why the people are so more When his sight fell at the coffin on the floor Shame on me! As I couldn’t save him in war The child caresses the coffin as his tears flow He began to murmur something as the time flows I can't help myself but know What is the last thing he wants to say? What is the last thing he wants to convey? My head sprang up after hearing those words My tears gushed after hearing those words I heard from my ear, as my heart pounded heavily The words echoed “EVERYTHING FOR THE COUNTRY.”
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7/22/2020 6:25:24 PM Bob Atkinson Posts: 294	If poetry is "the emotional content of literature" as I believe, Silver Spark nails it on that front.
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