This time
You hate me
I call you a fool
We both know it's silly
Impossible
False
Every cell strains at speaking more
Silence poised in the air
Words can't be found
To say and agree
No one of us
Understands the truth
Attempts only set our minds against
Each other
Breaking the link
Heaven is gloomy day after day
Our countries are ready to fight
You raise your arm
I don't turn away
Time slow and viscid
Your palm on my cheek
A fond easy touch
Love in war
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(Ukhta, September 07 2014)
At first I thought this poem would be on the classic theme of a love affair against the backdrop of a raging war. Ernest Hemingway's 1920s novel A FAREWELL TO ARMS tells such a story beautifully and powerfully. But then I quickly realized both the war and the love in your poem is in the couple's love affair. They are both lovers and combatants and the battleground is their hearts. They are not ready for a truce, both want to score a victory against the other. It's too early to tell but it doesn't look good for their relationship. It may be too wounded to continue. I'd like to step between these fighting lovers and make them see the wonder of their love, but they'd probably both call me A FOOL FOR LOVE.
Your palm on my cheek A fond easy touch Love in war A very beautiful poem on the idea of love and war.Well expressed.Well done Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In your response you wrote, I DON'T KNOW WHERE IS THAT BETWEEN. That is so poignant. I realize on reflection there are so many other issues besides the DESIRE to intervene - there is the issue of the couple's privacvy; the concern you might be taking on more than you can handle; the realization that you might not be adept enough to mediate between two quarreling people. The heart is so pure: it just wants to stop the pain others are feeling, but the mind is so complex: it knows the situation can spin out of control. How can we know what we should do?