The inexhaustible, human spirit, were it not so, all hope would be lost in the heat of protracted conflict! Over time the tragedy of histories unfolding, has the seeming affect of wearing off the sheen of love!—powerful! The earth is both our paradise and our collective grave, and men are ever too hasty to turn the oasis of deserts into graveyards for the sons and daughters, and thereby fill the hearts of the fathers with contempt. The poem reminds the reader that we must say “goodbye” for reasons other than farewell to life! Thanks for the thought provoking poem, Satish.- oxygon
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