Picture.

Im scared,
the little pictures,
of a thousand men dying,
came alive,
yesterday.
the fever rose,
out of the sudden
glimpses of some
fractured memory....

Im scared,
the thin line that existed,
between those little men
groaning in pain,
within the pool of blood
splashed in oil
and me...
became invisble,
when the world,
around me,
was cloaked within the shadow
of the silent december night.

The hushed march
of the thousand valiant men,
seemed to devastate
the peace of silent december night,
as they walked silently beyond realms
of truth and honour,
beyond the boundaries
of love and hate.
as they walked from their bivoac,
of the torn battlefield
to their resting place,
underneath the blood-drenched
earth............