frame

On the wall

That day I truly wept.
My appearance remains unkempt.
I lay inside my coffin and saw.
A wagging tail; a trembling paw.

All of me died that day.
All my dreams were swept away.
Soldiers marched around in agony.
Wails that sounded a peculiar symphony.

The wreck I was made no sound.
Made my home – the cold muddy ground.
Blinking eyes, shielded eyes.
“He was alright. He was wise.”

That day I truly wept.
I was cleaned and framed and neatly kept.
My toothy grin amused them all.
I became a picture on the wall.

Varun Rajagopalan.

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