War Memory Poem by Chan Mongol

WAR MEMORY
October 4,2018

There was a small camp of military
In the Akkas Ali Railway Academy!

I saw a man lying on the yard
To rescue him seemed so hard!

The bleeding man didn't die
I was in the rickshaw, nearby.

The man was in the eleventh hour
They would have thrown him in the river!

Perhaps, the almighty god a different plan
Why I was sent there right then?

God gave me so much power
To be a savior even as a minor!

Why it was then quiet, I didn't know
I picked up the man in the rickshaw!

My job was so fast none saw me
The bleeding man I could carry!

I told the driver to drive faster
To escape if there was any chaser!

All on a sudden, the man spoke to me
He gave me address where to carry!

No record, no publicity of this story
My work in the war still in memory!

Horrible war in nineteen seventy one
Dad was also killed and I was an orphan!

I couldn't save my own father in the war
But I will remind God that I saved another!