He was just one of us,
He donned a Kevlar on his head and an Ak-56 in his hand.
He moved undeterred, unfrightened.
He looked around to see the head of his fellowmen explode,
But he heard the whispers of a billion prayers...
Just into his twenties he carried hopes of a thousand men.
Right now was his time to bathe in fountain of life,
To cherish the freedom gifted by his ancestors.
But destiny had something else for him,
He moved in to answer those billion prayers.
He fell, he crumbled but he kept his promise,
He was a soldier, he fought back
He engulfed the approaching bullet for a last time.
He was crying not because of pain,
But because he failed to serve his motherland
For the last time
He remembered the blessings of his mother
The feet of his Father,
That ring on his finger,
He remembered the touch of his daughter,
He closed his eyes and with a smile,
He now lies in those cold graves,
As his mother awaits for someone to touch her feet,
As his father awaits for someone to light his pyre,
As his daughter awaits for a finger to walk her first.
As his brave wife pretends not to cry,
It is her turn now to keep the promise...
Because catastrophes happen
And Lives are lost,
Martyrs die struggling to ensure a better tomorrow.
But what the world forgets is-
Life's devastated, never to be the same
for all those they leave behind.
We move on,
we forget him, and that..
.....He was just one of us.
