… Must you go? When you do, it comes a day,
To the end of road I walk with dismay.
Your arms lock around my neck, you sigh!
Your gentle bye before leaving! God, why?
… I look through window day and night.
As times slips away, it increases my spite.
How can I see inside your world and be alive?
How can I think you will return and thrive?
… You, the soldier of the war, be strong.
You fight somewhere far and go along.
I walk down the same road every night;
Imagining to see your shadow under street light!
… Summer is over, leaves turn pale.
I still stand against the door of my jail.
Closing my eyes, may be I dream,
That you are walking into the door, I deem.
… Isn’t that the strangest thing that I want to fly;
And go where the soldiers are, oh, my sigh.
As I hear the distant thunder, I dry my tears;
And hear the fall of another soldiers in my ears!! …