My love, here I am on the battlefield Fighting the war- To uphold our nation’s Freedom, Sovereignty, rights and pride. Holding in my heart the pain Of your unfathomable words you reeled out On the night before I was to leave.
You said: I would die one day young and brave To the swords of my foes, leaving you And our unborn children downcast On the coast of dejection and depression. Remorseful you were For having made a bad choice.
I know, all young men in our village, lined up To catch a glimpse of your ravishing beauty Your long braided hair that swayed graciously Eyes that could intoxicate even the strong-at–will Dimples that could bring back life of a deadman. Ruthlessly stunning, you were.
The deep love I have for you is not unknown too.
Ask the river on whose banks we laid Hand in hand for hours, Hear those trees Speak of the veracity of our love. And talk to The holy idol in our temple- you’ll realize that The bond of our love is fortified with truthfulness and trust Unshaken it will remain.