<b><i>he rests on the dust</i></b>

[Subrata Mukhopadhyay]

he rests on the dust


he rests on the dust

fragrance of tears around

to nobody he is a weapon

a weapon he is still

that a weapon he is still many of us know

we know he does suffer while taking a side

and wars continue

and I've touched him with this hand

and I've learned he is not dead

and nor even in a sleep

his lips are closed

and eyes overflowing water woe and wonder of beautiful life



he rests on the dust

fragrance of tears around

to nobody he is a weapon

[Eric]

that's a nice poem Subrata. I like it

Eric

[Subrata Mukhopadhyay]

I am obliged please.