Santosh Kumar Biswa - WHITE DOVE

White Dove
An Anthology of Love, Peace, Fidelity and Humanity by Santosh Kumar Biswa
But, the next through my helmet chafed me
In pain, to bleed and to gain the hope given
Of victory to shine again with the hope in hand.
The music went on, I felt the warmth closely.
Some went kissing my ear, some from below.
My feet melted with blisters to break at a crack.
And the third in my left chest sunk in deep
To bounce back my memories safely kept
Of my little girl calling me and my wifey
With the medal on my chest with pride, not the death.
Alike in the dream I laid my icy hand on the earth
With my dim eyes so close to the end.
But, the selfish death so devoid of feelings
Took me away to quench its thirst in a haste
Before I could say au revoir to my loved one
Forever in the dark land ere the Prussian could
Never to come back again but my soul to wait.
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