The soldiers left their memoir in blood.
Many a man tried to re-write their glory.
Failed attempts made then all rethink, for
Only blood can match blood - not ink!
(15 January 2006)
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The battlefield wasn’t too kind to him-
Still his hopeful wife awaits his return!
Her son’s also a soldier, but she’s grim, because
Old wounds and pain can never be unlearned!
(15 January 2006)
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Victory Roses
The spot where the soldier died wasn’t
Officially turned into a memorial.
Roses grace that spot today - like a gentle shroud,
Probably, motherland’s way of saying – ‘Child, You’ve done me proud! ’
(15 January 2006)
.Pd. is here
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-soldiers-victory-roses/
