I am the tear-stained face
In the snapshot without a name
I am the price you pay
In the war of words
Day after day after day
I am the laughter
Hushed by the sirens
And missiles of the night
I am the darkness
After the blazing light
I am the silent scream
Trapped inside your head
The blood-splattered dream
You wake up to
In the birdless dawn of the dead
A powerful poem showcasing the ugly and melancholic side of war that steals life out of life. MIND BLOWING!
Thank you very much, dear Maaya. Good to see you back.
War and its tragic side skilfully woven with brevity. Bravo Vijay!
Thank you ,dear Liz.