Treasure Island

Srivinay Salian

(June 13,1976 / Mumbai)

Soldier


As I lay awake in bed
My mind begins to wander
Is it the beginning of a new day
Or just the end of another

Time is lost on me
As my senses betray
My eyes hurt in the battle
My limbs taken away

With ears still by my side
I can hear the dripping reality
An hourglass beside the bed
Reveals the end of me

Outside the window
The busy world is passing by
Can't hear my groan
Can't wait till I die

I staked my life for them
but did they deserve
I fought the war for them
what purpose did it serve

These, my own people
Why I loved them so much
They got back to their lives
While I lay in death’s clutch

Submitted: Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 29, 2013

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