Buried Without a Sound
We forget what once begged to be known
By Hazrat Usman UsmanPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
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No plaque
no cross
No record
no name
A child
was here
A soldier
was too
They whispered
to the wind
The world
looked away
Years passed
without pause
Rain washed
their trace
What if
they mattered
What if
they dreamed
No stories
left behind
Only soil
and regret
We walk
and step
On silence
and sorrow
They wait
unspoken
Still hoping
for tears
Still buried
without a sound
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