After War
--
In hospital
my legs were been
carried by someone
Here...
Fix your legs
he said.
This leg was stronger
Had no blood vessels
It was different than
my leg...
When ever not needed
I could remove them
When i read
when i drink tea
when i sleep in my room
These legs will lean on the wall
watch me with fun.
In the bathroom
a different shower
I'm inside the locked bath room
my legs were out side
door mat was needed.
once a friend visited me
said with a grin..
Than my life
my death would be peculiar
If you hang
yourself in roof
your body may sway up
you will be dead
still your legs on the floor
If you die of disease
your body may be
buried or burned
when back to home
your legs would
still lean on the wall alone
spreading your memories.
yes.....
I may leave
my legs
even after i die....
well this is an awesome poem really depicts the tragedy of war...great write :))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Inba. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.