BENEATH THE GULMOHAR TREES
My mind wanders amidst the gunshots,
Fear, filth and the eternal stench of war.
My heart does not need love no more.
Some quiet and peace would suffice.
I remember the vast Gulmohar tree,
Where we once stood as the bands marched in reverie.
For now my heart, a lonesome traveller
Looks for no lover save this drudge and dreary.
I have forgotten what you look like,
For my eyes have seen death too often.
Life and life givers like you matter no more.
I wish for sleep to silence the screams.
When I returned home, you stood waiting,
Pretty as I had left you, so long ago.
Love had left my heart,
For all the while I longed for this embrace.
Beneath the vast Gulmohar tree,
I left my love behind.
An aching heart I now seldom know.
I have no place in this world.
Shivers of the battlefield still shake my soul
For the distance between us,
Like vast seas I'd traversed.
I wish I stayed in bed that first night.
Here I am now, lost and absolved;
Beneath this lush Gulmohar tree.
Helmets for pillows,
Life has passed me by.
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