WAR - Memory Diary History

Though dusty and worn out

Teardrops touched the book

Teardrops touched the book

Though old and torn;

Those contents sprinkled across

Dotted the pages with words of war

And, story of coagulated blood began

Where bonds strewn apart;

Shrieking sounds of mortal mortars

Killed many seconds before the mortal fury

What is then left of humankind?

But, tears that tears apart the wound of the heart.

Teardrops touched the book

As history passed by the peaceful brook

The old man reads and reread the story of thorny war

Without flipping the pages, the old man torn by memory;

Only tears a consolation for the agonizing mind

Puncturing the pressure in this uncanny exposure

Allowing voice of sorrow to drip down the cheeks

But, the coagulated blood is still thicker than all of war.

Wisdom sought answers not in hurry

Nor counseling provides the necessary

Shadows of painful death marked the conscience

Whether memory or nightmare, the decades roll by silently.

Teardrops touched the book

As the vagaries of mind rendered a play

Harrowing story of the sorrowful diary

Of the memory, the only thing the old man has to live with;

Strange world passes by daily

Least worrying about things beyond the walls

The old man speaks in language of the emotion

His voice forever muted by the senseless war.

And, his teardrops touched the book, again,

The last teardrops of his story, 

now

A history.

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