On their way to school
Carrying dreams of future
In their book bags
Kids grow into old man
...
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Very vivid and dark emotion. These lines: In the empty spaces of life In the courtyards of Waning sunlight Holding medals of valour And defeats Mothers of slain war heroes Continue to live. Haunting images. Too weakened to reflect bitterness. Too grim... and yet words are left behind to live.
I like the narration of things. It brings me back to my school days.