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The story told 1.

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The story told 1.
He was a part of the largest volunteer army fighting in the World War II.
I knew him through stories and named him Brave. To date I call him by name. He was my granduncle.
The fights, the fears, the casualties, the deserters, the martyrs, or the victory, he regaled none, for he was long gone before I was born.
I was told he left behind an uncle, the only son he fathered. For reasons less told, the boy got adopted at an age of naive. Blood remembered the ‘boy’ as an add on to his father’s tale.
Soon death took the father by no surprise while the son lived miles apart from everyone’s mind. Blood obviously forgot both father and son. In time the son grew to be a fable. Moral of the story being- Stars do shine bright and you get placed in a home called right.
With the death of the father, blood blamed fate and forgot the two mates.
Photographs of my granduncle I have none. Stories courtesy my aunt and dad, I have in scarce. I wished to have met this man, the one who dug deep in my heart.
In twenty 21, I reminisce in this happy hurt past. And as a tribute, I begin my Story Told with my Granduncle as number One.
Birthend
Wounded heart weeps a silent cry
In seconds I see myself collapse
Lap of nothingness cradles me tight
As a mischievous stroke brushes by
I surrender
I surrender myself
I surrender myself to your eternal damnation
She walked the ramp with little respite
Her thin smile blanketing herself in love
The pain of the past continued it's haunt
She walked the walk with no qualms for say 'now'
No hand of love, no touch of care, no 'one' to be the nobody of her hope
Understanding this perilous truth
She walked the walk with a dignity held high.
I care less
Each day waking to
Watching me watching you
Have me feel why we swept away
The tilt the smile
Enough to wet me all
Now adrift
Have me wonder why we swept away
You stripped my guard
You in silence touched, abused
You kept me running even when I had you out.
For you glorified me in your shackles of love
Screams of pleas
Flaring disruption
I decided to gulp and care less
For the flowers on the nest
Wounds across my breast
I ponder
Why clean thy mess.

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