The last chapter, the greatest one
The end of a precious life has just begun
with every fearless step fighting away every thought
that reminds him of his family, scared and distraught
he forces his way thru the ocean of the dead
this barren battlefield, vich by blood n tears is fed
the winds express their naked fear
A hint of the danger, hidden here
His bravery must sound insane
As he barged alone in enemy's terrain
Hez smart n sleek......alert n abrupt
his every heartbeat waiting for danger to erupt
As a bullet pierced his stomach..others his hand and chest
He bombed the enemys camp
Now he can calmly rest
The last thoughts, priceless ones
He thinks bout his parents, wife and son
Saluting his motherland wid a safer dawn
his only regret, leaving his family......helpless and forlorn
Drama impulses … it is interesting, ambiguous 'allegoricalness' …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heroes are those who died for nation or personal purpose... new heroes are those who live for nation... will you fall one among them?