Who will return chastity to the virgins?
Who will make the bereaved parents smile?
Who will awaken the dead from the graves?
Who will stop the sound of mortar guns?
Who will put flower wreaths on the Unknown graves?
Thousand of children are waiting for exhumation!
Who will stop the future deaths in advance?
Who will return peace, love, and empathy?
Listen to me, O people, lying in the silence of graveyard,
You are without eyes and ears,
How can the dead see or hear?
You are in the deep trenches dumped,
You cannot see your mourners,
You cannot see your kith and kin...
...shedding tears,
They still remember you, and lament your disappearance,
Who will bring you back to life for a while...
...to make you listen the mourning songs...
...of parents, spouses, siblings, and children?
In these days of fear, not even your friends and comrades...
...can bring your names on the lips,
Ah! May we one day, in a voice glowing like embers...
sing the sweet song of free birds!
MyKoul
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