The wreath on the cenotaph,
Was a mystery to all,
Neither anyone knew who its owner was,
Nor the village was aware of the deceased beneath the concrete.
There was an awkward silence around the monument,
An unpleasant eerie,
The war was long over,
But the traces of past,
Were difficult to erase.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Mysterious and intriguing!
Thanks so much Tanya
Very mysterious as I read through this one my friend. We should never forget the sacrifice of others during wars for our freedoms !!
The pain that a war brings always stays ………. brilliant writing
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beautiful.❤️
Absolutely my friend. So well said
Thanks so much for reading
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Thanks so much
Always a pleasure
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True mystery indeed!
Thanks so much for reading
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Pleasure Indeed!
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The pain of the unnamed souls lost in war deeply portrayed.
Thanks for your kind read
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