(13 Oct / Sainkul, Anandapur, Odisha, India)

For My Brother - Missing In Action 1943

Sweet brother, if I do not sleep
My eyes are flowers for your tomb;
And if I cannot eat my bread,
My fasts shall live like willows where you died.
If in the heat I find no water for my thirst,
My thirst shall turn to springs for you, poor traveller.

Where, in what desolate and smokey country,
Lies your poor body, lost and dead?
And in what landscape of disaster
Has your unhappy spirit lost its road?

Come, in my labor find a resting place
And in my sorrows lay your head,
Or rather take my life and blood
And buy yourself a better bed

-Or take my breath and take my death
And buy yourself a better rest.

When all the men of war are shot
And flags have fallen into dust,
Your cross and mine shall tell men still
Christ died on each, for both of us.

For in the wreckage of your April Christ lies slain,
And Christ weeps in the ruins of my spring:
The money of Whose tears shall fall
Into your weak and friendless hand,
And buy you back to your own land:

The silence of Whose tears shall fall
Like bells upon your alien tomb.
Hear them and come: they call you home.

by Thomas Merton

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This is a very beautiful poem This poem picture is very beautiful 10+++++++++++
You sat akin like A fragrant glue. Erotic and beauty of the moonlit night. Well described. Thanks for the poem.10 +++++
Like the other nights, In earlier years- Clad in White and purple hue, You sat akin like A fragrant glue. Nice idea. Beautiful poem. Thanks for it.10
To be with you For days to come Ever and ever, Again and again! Nice poem.
You came again to me- In the moonlit night, Once more in March. Like the other nights, In earlier years- Clad in White and purple hue, You sat akin like A fragrant glue. Erotic and beauty of the moonlit night. Well described. Thanks for the poem.10 marks.
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