Somewhere Quiet

When December hit on that one beautiful Sunday it snowed.

Children were quite perplexed, and adults too seemed excited.

It was the day marked in the calendar right next to me:

7th December 1871.

Earth is having a natural reset it seems says an old gentleman,

But I'm not a big fan of this snow old man, says a kid slowly,

But you'll have to bear it kid this is just the start.

Everyone in the old town looked happy.

It was the first snowfall there in ages,

But the kid is not impressed.

The old town in Czech looked like something straight out of a fairytale

Too unreal to believe.

So cool and beautiful that even the kid started smiling again.

He smiled again after all the pain that this town went through.

He lost his family

Lost his little sister who wanted to draw better than her brother,

Lost his father who always carried him on his back,

He lost his mother who was his everything.

It has been six months after that bomb

Six months and so much changed.

All the children are now looking up

Everyone is safe,

Everyone is eating well.

The good old memories of past don't matter

If they can make a better future.

This old body of mine can't give them all the happiness alone.

The old gentleman is now too old.

The winter evening, the snow and the snowman

Kids enjoying their first winter.

Enjoying life for the very first time.

Soon they all will grow up

Grow up to become someone who knows how to protect others and stay protected from others.

And when you die, die alone.

And I, that kid, grew up to look again at the town and realise that this was happiness!

I don't really remember any other

Except the old man.

Me sitting at my window looking at the present calendar,

Marked date: 7th December 1913.

It's been 42 years I'm now 50 but the war is not over.

I guess there won't be anything left here tomorrow when the war will be all over.

Hence for the very last time, I turn my back on this place

Remembering my lost friends and family and the old man.

And continued my March alone in the winter evening.

I will die as a soldier, I'll die as a fighter, I'll die somewhere quiet just like the old man said.