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Rohit Patra

Romance Tragedy

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Rohit Patra

Romance Tragedy

Faded Tattoo On My Left Arm

Faded Tattoo On My Left Arm

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I saw a white bird on the bench

I saw the empty frame dangling from the wall

I saw the corpse of a little girl

Waving hands towards me

I turned pale and she smiled back

I saw a red mark on the ground

I saw a clock and its broken heart

I saw that building falling down my feet

I saw the limbs lying down torn apart

I hear the screams from that night

I hear the pain of that little boy

I see the sins crawling down my back

And the faded tattoo on my left arm

I fought for my motherland

I wanted to make peace

I wanted to return to my girl

To my wife, I use to seek


I wanted to see the burning stars from the sky

But I see the war machines fly and fly

I wanted to save lives

Instead, I took a lot here

I am still searching for you Emily

Are you there? Are you there?

I know I won’t hear your voice

I won't see you smile again

I know that person also walking alone

Like me like myself in this doomed day

When are we going to stop?

When is this blood gonna dry?

Is this what you call the peace

The patriotism you lie you lie

I never wanted to see that little dead body

I never wanted to hear the pain

I killed my soul that day

I didn’t stop my rifle even


When he wept he cried

At the end of the May

Is there any God?

Is there any redemption?

Is this what is called victory?

Is this what I want?

Is that the shadow chasing me

Is that the red flowing through the river

Is this what is karma I see I fear?

I am not supposed to cry

I am not supposed to feel anything

I am a soldier I fought brave and wise

But why do I feel the hatred for me

 Why do I see the blood covering my eyes

Why do I turn pale again and again

Whenever I hear a shot firing in the sky?

I craved the peace on my left arm

Instead, I find violence wherever I go

I want to stop now

Please don’t fire I wish you so

I wish you so.

Hey there stranger

Yes, yes you are

I know we will meet again

In another world another battlefield

Maybe someday in a bar

I don’t want to die

I don’t want to lose

I shot my last bullet

It’s my time to face the

Fate I chose

For the last time, I want to hear the violin

The broken string is also tired

A bullet fired in the void

And the red swallows the tattoo

On my left arm

It’s peace finally with a red scar.


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