Rookie (19/08/1984 / Bangalore)


To the dreams that a yesterday has painted red,
To the love that was and what could have been,
To the anger, to the hatred, to the war you have seen,
To my arms, to my heart, to my sheets, my bed.

The wind has carried forward your name,
And has blown the dice in this unfair game,
Your eyes expressionless through pain and strife,
Your death has become more meaningful than your life.

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