Prisoner Of War

Sep 5, 2023

1 min read

Updated: Aug 2, 2025

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar

And each time it rained,

He would reach out with his hands

From that little barred widow in his cell

To feel her tears

Wash away his blood.

For with his blood,

Hope bloomed

By Swastik Shekhar Sarkar

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