-Sandip Gyawali  Bullets— Pierced my poor heart Weaving like an arrow Oh! Mother, My life turned into death Leaving tears, picture and sorrow. Oh! Beloved, Your red became white Turning our ongoing wishes My Children, Our bed is now my pyre Burning into nothing but Ashes.sa Oh! Brother, Our happiness paddled away Aborning future forever … Continue reading Martyr | Poem by Sandip Gyawali | Offline Thinker