Their sacrifice a passing story
Their braveries are fables untold
In lives they hankered not for glory
In their graves they won't be old.
Lines of them lying under stone
No medal they won no star
In end they've found a silence zone
Where their memories the soils blur.
Someone was too young to die
Still dreaming a life of bloom
Yearning to reach the blue sky
Now sleeping in the casket room.
Youth so cruelly deceived them
Little was written on the white page
Blown away with the war game
Years cannot make them age.
Out of focus, out of lens
On unknown memorial just a name
Let's bow our head in silence
Lest we forget them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Years cannot make them age. Pradip Chattopadhyay this is a show stopper, but a eternal show, the show of bravery towards those who forget it as soon as they forget what they ate last dinner.