My brother- a soldier

March 16, 2017
By gayatrielliot BRONZE, Delhi , Other
gayatrielliot BRONZE, Delhi , Other
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Favorite Quote:
"The autumn leaves are a riot of color. They remind us of the good, colorful things, and their crunch beneath our shoes also bids adieu to all bad things that have long gone,"


You're gone

There's blood all over your uniform,

And bits of it on your beard,

I begged you not to grow a beard,

but you said, it looks cool

And believe me, it does look cool

All the neighborhood beauties cluster around you,

Beautiful tears rimming their lustrous eyes,

I wish you could get up, and see them,

Dabbing their flushed cheeks,

With a laced handkerchief,

Mother is sprawled on the ground,

She embraces your lifeless body,

Father is motionless; his skin a drab grey,

For his prince lives no more,

I stand with trembling fingers,

I'm sorry for stealing your ball pen, 'O' brother,

The golden ball pen that the army gave you,

I wish you would wake up,

And give me a good shake,

And a gentle scolding as well,

I bend over you,

The serene expression on your face pricks my heart,

Yet, what grieves me the most

Is the sight of the gun in your belt-buckles,

The cold nozzled gun,

Devestates me,

Yet what hurts me the most,

Is that,

When I bend over, to put the pen in your pocket,

I cringe,

For the gun is still loaded


The author's comments:

"A tribute to a soldier"


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