Homecoming, seems a, hopeless thought
My yearnings, may still, bloom to be
From a, wasteland of, forget-me-not
That, Christmas Tree, which bleeds, for me!
A hearth, where mother, moans a, prayer
Not Christmas carols, with our, kin
A sister, swerves, from, faith to fear
A wife, wails “War is, a man’s, mad sin!”
The bullet, that stabbed, my pregnant heart
Was, just benign, to let, me sigh
“Better be, Mozart, than Bonaparte
May fear, never win, nor faith, ever die!
May mankind farm, the fief, of faith, while Jesus smiles, on crucifix
May the, rites of blood, tears replenish
May the hate, give way, to hope’s epics”
A Fallen Soldier’s, Christmas Wish!
© 2019 Vikas Chandra
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Powerful words by a talented writer.
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Thank You Dear John!
Much Appreciated!
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I enjoyed your work and you are welcome Vikas.
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Very kind of you my dear Friend
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No winners in war. Powerful and honest words shared my friend.
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Yes Dear!
Humanity loses in a war..no one wins atop a pile of pain….
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So beautiful and powerful
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Many Thanks Bro!
Much appreciated!
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Reblogged this on vikas chandra.
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