Letter From The Battlefield-02 Poem by kafil uddin raihan.
Letter From The Battlefield-02
Dear love, how are you?
How is our little angel?
How does she look like?
Does she get the deep blue eyes,
Or black cloudy eyes like me?
Does she smile like you?
I can't wait to see her,
But I am helpless,
I have to wait for a months more,
Here situation is so nasty,
We have to hide out in the bankers,
All around us, there is a hell,
Clotted blood, rotten fleshes,
Breath smells burnt gun powders,
Noisy machine guns are roaring,
Bombers are bombing here and there,
Wounds are screaming out,
No silence in here, No rests,
We are fighting nonstop every moment,
Every moment we are fighting to survive,
It has become a brutal game,
No emotions, no humanity,
We are a soldier, we have to shoot,
We have kill our enemies,
Either die or on fight to live,
We have no other choice.
I don't know what is going to happen?
I don't know whether I will see you or not?
Whether I will see my little angel?
Baby, If anything happens to me,
Look after my little angel,
Say her, I love her more than anything,
In this battlefield, I am trying to survive,
I am trying to escape the accidents,
Only with one hope inside me,
I am still alive only for one reason,
I want to see my little angel,
I miss her with my every beat of heart,
Every tick tick second of clock,
I miss my sweet little angel,
Honey, I believe I shall see you,
I hate this place, this battlefield.
I am suffocating in this bunkers.
Tell my daughter to forgive her papa,
Love you honey.
very painful lines...done very well war is a hated activity yet persued with impunity and planned far in advance despite the protestatations and wonder speak... gibberish meant for the common man...while....KRUPP von stahl is always at work....sitting atop his horse stables** very well penned lines...cheers **The third reich **Krupp
wow! I am a Viet Nam Veteran...I see the bitter/sweet of battle...the sweetness of a cry or smile and if you are feeling and seeing.., .let me take your hand...place it over my heart...and we shall... continue together... I felt your every word...my brother
When you have the time your thoughts reurn to where your heart is.Dodging death takes up most of your time I'm afraid. No room to think tender thoughts as a rule. These thoughts occur mainly after the battle when you are in comparitive safety. You express your thought well in poetic prose well done
Very poignant. Home is where the heart is...even in the midst of battle. Warm regards, Sandra
Are you a student of war? If you can spare a few moments try 'Confrontation'.
In part 2, daddy pours our his feelings about war to his daughter. This is a sad but a true narrative of wars in which man seems to only know to use to dominate and take from others.A 10 Thanks for inviting me to your poem site.
Another well written follow-up deep with words that move feeling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 6:56:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Baby, If anything happens to me, Look after my little angel, Say her, I love her more than anything, In this battlefield, I am trying to survive, very touching verses aforesaid..10 rated.