Prisoner Of The War

How the last bomb of yesterday, decides the spectacle of ruthless life ahead. An insight into the world of people who gives up everything for their Country!

Cuffs cuts through my wrists, eyes blindfolded.

I walk amongst the deads of the Collosals.

Nations have fought, and a Nation has fallen,

Miles away in the burning desert of the death,

The line of control has been re-written in blood.

The blindness paints itself in the blinding pain,

The rugged of my boots sinks in the hot sand.

Somewhere a broken transistor crackles in chaos,

I walk at the nudge of the rifle at the shoulders.

There is a blade still dug fresh in my thighs.

The War is over or at least I deduct it is,

Suddenly the deafening sound of missiles has ceased.

The bomb last night threw me unconscious.

The pool of blood I sank in, dried on the earth.

Next I remember were the blindfold and a broken arm.

I had heard war time stories at the campfires.

Of numerous prisoners of war who never returned.

And I heard of horrible experiments I might get into.

Maybe I would never know if we won the War,

Maybe I will never see the daylight ever again.

Do they know if I have been alive all this while?

Will my wife receive the pension to stay alive?

Does even my Nation still exists, I do not know.

As I walk into the place where no God exists,

I know I’m walking into the most lonely place.

Reviews

[Neal S]

This is a very powerful piece. I enjoyed it very much. Nice work!

[Abhishekizy]

Thank you so much Sir!! Means a lot to me!!