Who squirmed in trenches are now free
Sans the shroud so white like the wings of dove
But smeared with wounded pride at sea
Cradled by hatred not by love!

All sons of mourning mothers, they
Had defied death to kill and win
Who lay so silent at lone bay
Can no more scream that “WAR IS A SIN”!

In death’s wasteland, who’re friends, who’re foes
All are doomed sons of destiny
Who will survive only destiny knows
In this battle of ignominy!

Their hearts cry out “Are we not martyrs who do not die!”
Whose souls resent war’s last souvenir
Their songs of life ended in a sigh
SWEPT AWAY BY THE WAVE OF FEAR!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra