Tuesday, 12 June 2018

In the World War

0 comments

In the World War

Nothing except his smell I have to bury.
Boys said on that day he was looking great.
But a bombshell broke him in so many pieces,
So many pieces as many as bomb shells.

He had been coming to marry her,
He loved her so much, so much that
He has forgotten sometimes to write me.
But I knew, he never forgotten to love me.

He died in alien land, for alien people
God knows for whom he was struggling,
Can anyone, any country make him alive,
Can anyone, anyhow soothe a mother's heart.

Millions of boys are died in vain,
What a patriotic war it was,
What a civilization in which we're living,
And did we learn anything from it?

No comments:

Post a comment