Numal das: Nice poems bro! It somewhat feels like touched my inner spirit...... good work.......and all the best for your future works, lookin' forward to it.
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.