Bullet

Bullet

Passing through the terrains
And the pastures bathe red
Every night ,when soldiers pacified
She tries to reach me in this hell

Amidst her beleaguered fate
Tresspassing the withered land
she tries to find me
on the ridges of this black sea

Waiting for her nuptial day
with the hope in her solemn eyes
She explores every bit of land
draped with agony and pain

The arsenal marching in unison
towards the charred mountains
But in her wilted curious mind 
she still inherits the faith for me to return …………….

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the feel and the emotion of this poem. I have heard of woman finding their men in war. War create separation and pain for the woman who are waiting. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote