The ones who have never returned
After leaving behind their homes;
Those news that was never been heard
The tears that was shed - never known.
Those brave ones who had faced death
Unexpected, unknown - being desolate;
Leaving the little ones at their gates
Waiting for their return - soon or late.
To them I would like to salute
And dedicate this poem of praise;
Wish to the broken hearts and the mutes
Would prevail God's peace and grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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God's peace and grace be on you, dear poet