In the winter cold night, it was all black and dry.The fire was lit to keep warm.
The mother tells her so the tales she knew,that his daddy was a brave man.
He then asked his Maa, “where is my daddy now? Why did he go?
When will he return to his home? So that he’ll never be away''.
He is Sleeping in some foreign fields and he fought for his King.
The boy now a young man, he has a family of his own.
He has gone to war in the land of the rising sun.
When he was marching in the mist, the bugle blows a tune in the wind.
He then saw a boy shivering in the cold.
It must have been us, he thought, that killed this young man’s dad.
What have we done for our King?
Why are we fighting?
We killed men in thousands,
and this boy has suffered the same fate as I.
----------------------------------------------------------------(Nirjhor Barua)/1/04/11
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