Away away in the battlefield..
Loneliness and despair to deal with..
Stands the lone soldier dreaming his love
Back at home, he left behind.
For a moment he bends his head
And luks at the bloody soil
And then he raises head and mutters:
'Lord take care of my beloved I pray! '
The beloved in the countryside
Away from the cries of revenge:
Bends over her fire place to mutter
' Bless him who i luv the most.''
And God from above luks down
To smile at their distant reunion
Though far away, yet side by side
Knitted by the prayer of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poet seems to be 'united in distance' with the two ruptured minds...sometimes much closer than the God who sits above and looks 'down'.