Pain Without A Sound Poem by Vera Sidhwa

I couldn't hear the pain in his leg.
I couldn't hear the painful strain in his arm.
The hurtful darkness in his brain,
I couldn't hear any of his pain.


He lay crouching from the shrapnel,
In his head. He was presumed dead.
But no one could enter inside him,
The impossibly burning bullet grim.


In his kitchen back home,
No one could feel the pain of his flashback.
This soldier felt the worse pain,
Inflicted on him by rifled torn back.


The inaudible pain,
Which no one would witness,
That would last for a lifetime.