Here I lie on the ravaged stones
The cold of night in my derelict bones
The sky full of stars that care nothing
For the aftermath of defeat and victory.
Does it matter who won or lost?
It's I who always paid the cost.
Civilian or soldier, friend or foe
Winner or loser, today, long ago,
I still have no face, no name;
The flags will fly, the sun will burn
Women weep, and the planet turn –
And soon enough, someone else will lie
After another war, under the eyeless sky
Remember me, or choose to forget
It’s all the same – I’ll be dying yet.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2016