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.
9 comments:
i could feel the pain in those word..i want you to write some more of those pain. we lost some brave hearts but still we have a challenge to make our hearts reach that bravery level. It may not be fighting against terrorism but fight against everything that is wrong around us
Its an emotionally poignant but strangely enlightening post. I only wish all these people's sacrifices don't go without seeing their fruits. All this carnage and human rivalry, which takes man close to that devil himself should come to an end. The politicians who sometimes play second fiddle to these incidents better take up the responsibility to clean up this mess. Because, we cannot afford to receive another generation with this sickening attitude of hatred and violence. We cannot afford to bring up a generation of orphans, who have lost their privileges of having parents merely because of some belligerent and inhuman blood suckers. A very well written post.
good done...the flip side to what appears to an ordinary citizen...
dude! i never knew you can write stuff like this...thats a raw depiction, keeping the emotions and sentiments at the same time. What these guys have achieved by braving terror in that urban jungle is something we can never even think of, ever.
Good work. Keep it up. I would love to see more from you in the near future.
Dude it was realy touchy. All i can say is although he has lost his life so that we can carry on ours, he will be alive in my conscience inspiring me to do atleast a bit towards the welfare of our society and country...
u rock man...!!
gr8 work....
keep doing these kind of awareness .....
keep going ....
all da best
"But because he failed to serve his motherland"-
i don't think it's true...
he served his mother land no less than did the 23rd march 1923rd martyrs, he served his land no less than the 1999s martyr whose names are bound to be remembered in awe and thankfulness for generations to come, he served my land no less than Gandhi did in his time...
His name is some thing that is bound to be praised in languages unknown and unformed; and for languages known his deed cannot be put to words, even by Shakespeare of english, or Kalidasa of Sanskrit...
u took it wrong friend
i just meant to convey wat was going through his mind while he was breathing his last...............
as soldier's love to complete their mission before their last.........
I very much respect their sacrifice....
i'm srry if its hurts someones sentiments....
vishal. i m touched. that poem was unbearably true.
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