My Poem

Today i found an old piece of paper in my cupboard, i realised it had a poem which i had written in 2006.  I felt exhilarated to find my poem and i now share this with the readers of my blog.

The poem is Titled "The Patriot - A Tribute to Indian Army".  The poem is self explanatory written with the simplest words.  Please post a comment on what you feel about it.

“It’s the marriage of my son” she said

He is coming home this week

Show me a girl with moonlike face

A Princess most beautiful i seek

Let her face be bright and glow be fair

Two rosy lips and shining hair

A heart like water with love and care

Like a fairy like a dream beyond compare

Let her voice be sweet when she sings

As sweet as the fruits of the early spring

Sweeter than the melodies a nightingale brings

“Three more days for my brother to come”

Seventy two hours so long and tall

Why are mornings so slow and dull?

And the night doesn’t seem to fall?

“I will bring him tasty fruits and sweets” she said

I know his favourites all

Four years wait and three more days

Mr Time, will you please not crawl?

“My son, my lovely son will be here”

Said father with thoughtful pride

I will hug, kiss and pamper my son

After four years my love can’t hide.

And when I hold my son’s hand in his wedding

And hand him his beautiful bride

All tears and sorrows of my life will be dried

And soul will be gratified

Fragrance, Fragrance in the air…

And the Nature looks so fresh and sweet

Finally the day arrives with colour and light

And the Heavens seem beneath their feet

And the home is filled with thrills and joys

And the little sisters face looks so bright

And the father’s heart is full of delight

And the mother’s dreams are at its height

In far off land a soldier is killed

By Naxal bullets in an ambush unfair

His body is cut and strewn around

Thrown for dogs to eat and stare

When his comrades returned after night fall

Some pieces of flesh was left of all

Gathered in coffin too small and light

A moment so tragic a patriot’s plight

The father now waits in station for train

Four hours before its time

Little does he know that fate holds Pain

Perhaps his love was his only crime.

Appears a soldier with a coffin and a cold silence

There are silent meanings to words unspoken

Can words describe the father’s pain?

The pain of a heart that is broken.

Will time ever heal the parent’s grief?

Too big for old hearts to bear

Or will you convey the news to his little sister

Who is still blissfully unaware?