Concealed between the wrinkles,
Thundering bullets
Cause tremor in his voice.
Uncongeniality of war
Set tears rolled down his face
At each pull of the trigger
A mother lost a son.
Years passed by without an answer
To many ‘whys’ of the past,
Gone indeed the fiery youth
In wasted blood fiercely buried.
He remembered the last moment
Of the last day of war
When he fired his last bullet
Which he mistakenly shot his own comrade.
Unbearable indeed the pain
Vague past left him not
For the memories are stitched
To the soul.
Before he cast the body
An epistle he wrote
To his dead comrade
He wished his friend would read that.
Inked with spilled sorrow
He flowed with words
Over the pages his apology rewritten
Building ramparts of unwritten tears.
He folded the letter
To the size of the envelope
Gently slid it in
And sealed with love.
The letter sat before him,
Never to be opened again,
Forever propped against a coffee mug
In tears the soul has merged with time
Only eternity bears witness to this.
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Very touching.
ReplyDeleteVery nice one and touching
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