All the wounds in the world have healed
As I enter the place of light
Lucky are those who were barely alive
And oh-so-lucky who couldn’t made it through the night.
Guns and trenches when became our buddies
How we all laughed at our unfair injuries
“We now only pay for one shoe, Soldier!”
Shrieked a voice, teasing with a contagious laughter.
Those parties in our precious dungeons
Broken ribs, swollen eyes when cured with light punches
What we had lost, what we had gained
It was all in the pride of our nation
Holding the dangerous weapon in our hands
We had to pen down the words for the loved ones we had
“Always be happy. Do not cry”
while I sobbed, longing to see them one more time.
Keeping those letters to safeguard our souls
Let it not reach to the hands we hold
We will be back, find a way to home
And if not that,
“We all did great”, tell our moms.
