Michael wittman

Michael wittman

A Poem by Saraswati

My sleepless nights will soon end.
I am so tired of being invincible
I miss you Woll my sweet companion
I miss you my frau hildegard
Dont wait for me,sleep your slumber and
Dive in the deepest reverie..dont search me there

Strucked somewhere in the scaffold of culmination
Lost in the realm of massive cosmic play
The allied enemies might arrive soon.
I cannot close my eyes to those unseen places

I knocked down those enemy tanks and guns.
I am strucked of being the most invincible man
Outcasted from my ownself
Woll can you listen...

I am.told being recklessly brave
How great of you pointing me in a low scale..
Why would not ond acknowledge my triumph over thousands of them..
I won despite adorned my death..

© 2019 Saraswati

Author's Note

Michael wittman ww2 german SS tank commander.this poem is just to portray in breif

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Added on May 18, 2019
Last Updated on May 18, 2019




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