The Whys, Man

Sandeep Sharma

Gentle man, steeped in violence
Fatigued vestments for those of a professional
Irishman, not provisional
Honourable, not honorary
Stood still
At the crossroads, unarmed and naked

It doesn't matter
There's no need of a stern response
In your theatre of operations
Whatever tongues the foreign legions speak
In the hidden
In the faraway lands you travel, perfumed in song
By a three eyed woman you left tattooed
Among others, in this land

So near
The why, they
The why
They faraway and near
The why
They smile with you
The why, they understand the why

Some marriages last
Forever love and thanks


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