Of struggle and strife;
Your image, off-burn
The rummage
born out of my blood
Stretching history word by word
I succour thy invisible strand
On every mast of war-front
To tip-toe
My peaceful gain, lest
This be my last resort to act
Flapping wings of dove
The memory lane
Littered with war and bloodshed
A thicker blood and a bullet hole
Marking a sprout
The nodding leaves and a brighter bloom
Melting my love for you
Down my burial ground
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