There will be no grave for me
No marker either to tell
Where I fell and died
In close combat with my foes
Whose bullets
Pierced me fatally that I died
Writhing in pain
My arms wrapped around
The stout branch of a fallen tree
As though seeking support
I did not see me die
But I did shed tears
Worried about my family
Who will look after them now
I thought
Soldiers took my body away
And cremated it
Leaving no trace of me
Maybe I am awarded a medal
To remember me by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem. You forgot a line to say you died for your leaders for an ideal...an ism which has no value in life