There’s a drought of hope,
And only sufferings bloom ,
With the blood of the innocents,
In the middle of the war!
A soldier lifts his bruised head,
From the rubble of his land,
Which was once a paradise,
Now a barren land of chaos.
His dreams soaked in tears,
His sufferings healed with smoke,
He limps for his motherland,
He lives and fight for his motherland.
Where is his heaven?
Maybe, deep inside his soul
Reside the love of his people,
Though his body walk on embers,
But his soul Is already in paradise!
©2022 Piyush Singh
So true, a wonderful piece
Thank you for your kind words..
Thanks for sharing this. Anita
I am glad you connected with this…thank you Anita..
Thank you so much Roshini…
Great flow of thoughts!🥰
Thank you for your kind words…
You are on a roll with poignant sharing and powerful messages! 💖💖👏👏
Yeah, with all that is happening right now the words are coming straight out of my heart…thank you for your precious words.. can’t thank you enough for reading and connecting…
I feel it.. keep up the great work.. most deserved and you’re so welcome! 💖💖🌻