The Silent Howl Of Sand

On the arrival of this night , when last brown tank has grumbled,

The waves spilling on scattered footprints on me,

And smell of your sweat as a vast accumulated love between us,

That showing my silent longing to hold you on me once again,

Though your soil may bitter grow from all that youthful flesh and blood,

Where they dug a grave and held you hostage,

But with the silent, grateful heart,

The gentle smile with my long prayer,

Shall bring a harvest with grain and joy of making you free,

We await to bring you back on field,

We softly whisper the sounds heard on parades by men,

We are the hands, where you compete as a trainee,

We wanna hold you on us once again like past.

The silent howl of Sand from military academy!