A wounded soldier walks with his gun towards the enemy area.
And he found an enemy wounded soldier with his gun
But no ammunition.
He cried in difficulty; 'Please do not shoot me adjutant as I am helpless.'
Then the other soldier said; 'We are friends now and no doubt about that
But tell me Sergeant where do we go without any hindrance? '
* Really there are no enemies among human beings, all are brother & sister soldiers against the cold war of life.
Excellent. War is indeed the dark side of the story. Your comment is as powerful and evocative as your poem. Perhaps, more so. Always your friend, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The enemy ceases to be the enemy when you confront him without weapon. He becomes a brother who must be protected, not destroyed. This parable about peace is powerfully penned. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥