Bouquet Of Poetry; In Enemy Territory

A land of green with a soothing breeze,

Moon of silver, Sun in angry hue,

I was back home, land of other mother,

Thought I, standing on the enemy territory.

On chance, I met a human child,

Just out of the warring womb.

His dark eyes, dry lips,

Gun in grip, feet stiffened,

He mirrored me in his adverse countenance.

Revenge had dried in our throat,

Only bayonet of nations remained.

My blood was chilled to death,

Though, I was not dead yet.

I knew, we had our cup of tea,

Somewhere in a dark parlour age ago.

I knew we had our lessons,

In the echoing yards of an ancient church.

We were brothers before the birth of enmity

When Adam and Even retained their Eden.

I found my blood in his vein,

His voice wriggled in my throat,

Silence had swallow'd our piteous bullets.

My heart had risen to utter a blessing, Whereto he would say 'amen'.