Fallen In The War Poem by Chan Mongol

FALLEN IN THE WAR
By: Chan Mongol
December 29 of 2021


I saw dry fish, I saw dried up khaki military men in a sunny summer;

Hundreds dried corpses were in an island after India won the war.

No decency, no respect for dead were shown in a relentless mess!

Locals cut fingers and wrists for rings and watches of soldiers!

In own country, on duty soldiers were killed brutally forever;

Their ships and them were drowned first in the cruel river!

Hundreds rose up without guns from under deep river water;

To survive, they dropped own heavy guns in that river.

They wanted to live and wanted to breathe the precious air;

But only one airforce plane killed each unarmed soldier.

Drowned servi emen were serving for own ill country;

They were commanded to do duty as men in the military.

Dead were brothers, husbands, fathers, sons of poor guys;

For that MIA outcry no book written and no question what I surprise!

Machine guns of Indian Airforce killed each one in close range;

Unarmed survivor soldiers didn't have any chance for defense!

Since fifty years, I have the question for that violation;

How could they shot, drowned and killed unarmed army men?

I can't write myths, I write folklores with facts to relieve my pain;

I been weeping, crying and dropping huge waters like the rain.

I saw bullet pierced the heart of my dearest father;

I carry wounds and memory of a cruel, inhumane war.