hardik gala


The Depth Of Friendship - Poem by hardik gala

In the battlefield,
Where all are killed.

The solider prepared himself,
To bring back his wounded friend himself.

The captain said 'its of no use... he is dead'
Hearing this the solider became red

He went and brought his friend to the tent
Where all dead people were sent

Seeing this his captain said ' i told it was worthless'
soilder said ' no it was not worthless'

soilder said 'He said his last words
And up in the sky flied white birds'

-'I knew you will come ' he said
And on my lap me was dead.................


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, September 1, 2010


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