In that wrinkled page,
Ink of the pen shattered!
He hasn't seen her for months.
The only thing he had was –
Her beautiful picture,
Hair open,
A sweet smile with large eyes.
In hope for his words,
She's waiting, at the gate of their house!
Remembering their memories,
She wipes her tears.
When will he come back?
"Are you missing someone?" they asked.
He smiled through her picture,
Admiring her beauty –
The only thing that brought him joy.
Before the two hearts could meet,
The heart met the bullet,
Taking his innocent soul away from her.
In that battlefield,
He was proud of his land.
Wrinkled pages remained unfulfilled,
Words remained inside his soul.
Before she could see his bright face,
It had already turned pale!
Tears fell to the ground.
She waited for an answer,
But his lips stayed silent.
“You said you’d stay by my side,
Hold my hand when the dark came,
Keep me warm when the cold wrapped around us,
Stand by me in the storm,
And shelter me from the rain.”
What happened now?
Why aren't you replying?
Maybe it was too late,
The promises are still there, but not him.
Words are there but inside him.
This poem paints a heart-wrenching scene of a soldier separated from his beloved by war. While she waits at the gate of their home, longing for his return, the battlefield steals him away forever. The poem captures her sorrow as she clings to the memory of his promises—promises that remain unfulfilled as his life is cut short. The wrinkled pages of their story remain unfinished, with words left unsaid and a love that will never be complete.