The cup was filled up, an act of anguish,
Every drop that fell echoed our patient's anguish.
Despite a hot drink, my fingers were frozen,
And though spinning the world, still we had to walk on.
Dreams were silenced by whispering into emptiness.
Once pronounced promises got softly ruined now at all.
Purpose had been lost but grain-duster was infinite,
At least some hope was provoked while it did not betray its cost.
Consolation could not be obtained from the lifted mug,
However numerous battles were fought without any signs of victory.
It was unnoticed by a soul that time passed away,
As though struggling was our only purpose in life.
Coffee seemed bitter even though it tasted sweeter than struggle,
Every sip reminded me of a continuous nightmare.
Through difficult roads, we walked,
But in all struggles, we guarded our fears closely.
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I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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Comments (1)
war... you write it so solemnly.. as solemnly as it is and supposed to be.. well done...😢