So much of what we live goes on inside-
The diaries of grief, the tongue-tied aches
Of unacknowledged love are no less real
For having passed unsaid. What we conceal
Is always more than what we dare confide.
Think of the letters...
This is a poem about a war hero whose name is unfortunately unknown. But it is known that he abandoned his goods for the sake of protecting the Motherland, his beloved girl, relatives, friends, girlfriends, and brothers. This is enough to look at...