To the Unknown Soldier
To the Unknown Soldier
To the unknown soldier,
Resting beneath the moss-laden tomb,
As a testimony to living men,
Who have forgotten,
The cost of undivided freedom.
This letter is for you.
I heard your story,
From a devastated wife,
Who waves her pride,
Reminiscing your last gasp,
Of valor and courage.
I saw your battle,
In the eerie darkness ,
Confined behind a mother’s eyes,
Who got swerved in a void,
Holding your cold hand.
I apprehended your devotion,
In the hovering cries,
Of a young crackled heart,
Bleeding solitary tears,
Down his rouged cheeks.
I perceived your greatness,
Of tenacity and will,
Gleaming intently,
In the hues of the tricolor,
You were swaddled within.
To the unknown soldier,
Who ached in silence,
On the red-stained snow,
Expiring his remnant breaths,
With the mourning breezes,
Departing to celestial planes.
I know your soul is amid us
In the gleaming flag,
Hovering with dignity and pride,
And in the gliding river,
Swaying with your ashes,
I know you still exist.
To the unknown soldier,
This is not a love letter,
But a letter of love,
To admire your courage,
Honor your glory,
Celebrate your triumph.
This a prayer of appreciation and regard,
I say to you,
And to the mother,
Who lost a son,
And for the freedom I possess,
That your sacrifice has won.