The Fighter (Part II)

Here’s the continuation of dedication to the selfless army men dedicating their lives towards their countrymen..staying awake all night so that we can sleep peacefully! The link to Part I is : The Fighter (Part I)

 

I went down to the national defense academy..

filled in to be a part of the infantry..!

We were taught all about the enemy..

and trained in ways, to make them go to the cemetery..! 

Though the beginning turned out to be sore..

But I was always looking for more..!

I tried my best not to give up anytime..

because at this stage backing out would be a crime..!

 

 I met people of all kind there..

people from different strata’s of society and diff regions of our country..

together we stayed and everything we shared..

lived a life totally exemplary..!

 

So I went ahead..with all the severe training..

Weather no more mattered to me..be it sunny or raining..!

With the blessings of my parents and loads of dedication..

I now felt ready to serve the nation..!

 After the training, I was posted all over India..

a mixture of modern exhilaration and colonial aesthesia..!

my beautiful country has a breath taking sway..

for its enemy’s blood, I bay..!

 

Everyday we met some warriors, who had kept their lives at stake..

We were guided from their experiences, so that same mistakes, we don’t make..!

Everyday we lived, we dreamt to fight..

My family’s memories still haunted me in the night..!!

 

My wait for service was not too long,

I was posted on the warfront..!

The enemy had started the war song..

And I was ready with my weapons..all sharp and blunt..!!

We were commanded to engage the enemy first,

me and my battalion were full of zeal..!

with so much energy I thought my abdomen would burst,

it still felt so nice, as it was the real deal..!!

  

The battle lines were drawn, they fired the first shot..

I wanted to kill all who wanted to treat out motherland like a harlot..!

I took down at-least a dozen, but then I felt something like pain…

but the battleground was totally frozen, so I went on looking at the gain..!!

 

I took down a couple more, everything around me looked hazy..

Now I could not move anymore I fell down feeling a bit dizzy..!

now here I am feeling the sun, I know I didn’t have much time to spare..

surrounded by men with whom I shared my life..and now there wasn’t much left to share..!!

 

but even in death I am not at peace..

for my mother’s sake my heart aches..!

me and my father had the same confluence of fates..

we both ditched my mother, for our birthplace..!!

 And that is the life of a soldier, a life full of virtue..without any vice..

Always ready to face the fear..always ready to sacrifice..!!

 

P.S : Thanks DG for supporting me so beautifully in writing on such an amazing topic..looking forward to write more soon 🙂 🙂

 

The Fighter (Part I)

I opened my eyes with the sun light gleaming on me,

I felt its warmth with a bit of a sting, then I realized it was of a bee..

a realization struck me, of where I was and where I have been,

my thoughts came back and now I wasn’t too keen..!!

A flashback started in my mind and heart,

Flashing the different phases of my life from the start..

Remembering all those good and bad days of life,

I realized that my life has been quite a strife..!!

 

I remembered my life as a downtown boy,

happy and careless, enjoying with my toy..

I used to sit in my mother’s lap,

she used to happily sing me to a nap..!

 

My little sister was a bundle of joy,

I could never see tears in her eye..

Her smile made me happy and merrier,

All in all, we were great together.. 🙂 

Rushed through me the memories, when I saw mother cried,

that day the blood in my veins had dried..

I was told about my father whom I never saw

I was told he was a agent of RAW..!!

He had devoted his life in saving Mother Earth,

All I understood was that a life spent for people’s welfare, is a life spent worth..

He hardly had much time for us and my mom..

Who kept waiting for him to come home..!! 😦

 

Throughout my life I saw my mother suffer in pride,

Because she was a dead soldiers’ bride..

everyone around always had loads to show as pity,

but nothing to help in our household’s nitty gritty..!! 

After my dad, things were pretty tough,

We were walking on life’s road that was hard and rough..

My mother still never showed us the pain,

She protected us from both heat and rain..!!

I studied in a government school,

and I thought it was pretty cool..

as a teenager I was lean and tall,

with me no one dared pick up a brawl..! 😉

 

After school hours..I joined part time job for money,

And since then there was never a shortage of bread and honey..

However, there was one question that always struck me,

And that was “In life, what I really wanted to be??”

 

By the time I reached my 20’s, I decided,

to serve my motherland, as my father did..

while the thoughts pumped joy in my heart,

but my mother went algid showing total discomfort!!! 

But I was firm, for I knew my aim,

I was all ready..for me it was no game..

I joined the Army..as my dad would have wanted,

to release myself of the memories that haunted..!!

 

P.S : There is something about army men that always inspires me..their selflessness..kindness..generosity in devoting their entire life for protecting the lives of fellow countrymen..not many have that kind of dedication towards their country..I salute all those people who stay awake all day/night keeping a watch to protect us..so that we can sleep peacefully..

Here is a duet with a friend, DG..He is an amazing writer yet to be a part of the blogosphere..
Part II of the same coming soon..keep waiting 🙂 🙂

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