Bouquet of epiphanies, collection of intricate emotional nuances and not to mention the sweet but bitter experiences. In the words of my heart I would say these writings are tender bare feelings dusted with flakes of creativity.

The Last Closure



Every night when I close my eyes to sleep
I would think of you. Now in ‘the last closure’ I hold back my tears so that it would not wash away the image of you that my eyes hold. 

Oh dear, if you can hear what I am thinking please say this to our son. 
"My boy, It's not always needed that you have to be a warrior to fight a war. It is enough if you're brave"

I'm surrounded by my fellow brethren whose family and children I know. 
The family and children who believe that their king would bring back all his men, their husbands and sons. 

I haven't wronged them I surely have brought back my men
Though they can speak no more, their deeds and sacrifices would for them. 

I lie alone on the lap of my motherland
As she feels the warmth of my blood I close my eyes knowing my son would open the gates of victory.

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