Brothers are sleeping on the battlefield so gently.. Brothers are sleeping as if they will never wake,
They are dreaming of a world where they will have no reason to fight again…
Can you see? there the pilgrims are passing slowly praying for a world of glory, little silhouette of the birds all across the sky… so far
And then the dust kisses on the forehead of my brothers and the angels lead them to the field full of tulips… and myriad shadows of the birds all across the land… so far
The Pilgrims are chasing the dusk, when the brothers are sleeping … so tired…
Helping myself wiping my tears , and trying to escape my fears . See myself scared confused clone , delving deeper into something unknown . Nostalgia from another night of no sleep , symptoms of my illness still creep .
We were not blood, but we were brothers. We fought together all these years. And in this war were many others, Facing our great nation’s fears. Now I stand here, home from battle, I do not cry all that often…
Happening? you heave a sigh. In peril, mother of peace? Real threat to ice lingam? the Creator? Falling apart? Cat’s claw was not healing. Where the greens will go? The pods, the seeds? Tara, Tara! come again, we are waiting
Time within the earth hour was lengthening. The other god was sleeping. Becoming was inviting the death while climbing. Frostbite amputates the memory. Ending without beginning, I was asking the seeker to stop searching the answers. The houses were burning
Taps sound, a shot is fired. An echo reverberates through the valley The splash of tear drops, The sound of muted sobs. Grieving friends and family gather For a man they hardly know. Quite and shy, a family man, For
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3 Comments on "Brothers are Sleeping"
These times of wars on silly notes.. I had been thinking recently of writing on this thought… Your poem is so meaningful!!
Genocide , Genocide Everywhere….
the day came when the love of power overcame the power of love…
and thanks for support…
Yes Kuntal. Its tragic, that this beautiful opportunity called world, is falling prey to ego battles.