Jun 23, 2013 Uncategorized 0
Note: This is a monologue of a soldier who had wrongfully devoted himself to war under a wrong and betraying leadership. He regrets the hostility he had borne all through and curses filthy politics that he helped defeat reasons and rationality.
Such a birth I did take, that time looked down upon;
Never shall I learn the essence of breaths
The noxious thoughts of those heads above,
Kills the innocence that lays in all
Was it all said, that no love, no smiles
What blood those prisons bear, oh!
And what penny shall you pay when the life leaves one
And kisses your feet?
No verses I bear in my mournful heart
And the earth swallows all the tears as they fall
No friend I have, no brother, no mother
While I stand alone in this heath of death,
The screams of the wounded,
Does a gun solve that hate that your hearts bear?
What shall you gain…I ask!
And you leave all when you depart.
Revenge? What revenge! What rage!
But what whole judgment chooses us here?
And all bright days pulled down for doom…
Oh, those horrid thoughts that storm your mind
Those smiles that hide the black memories of hatred
Those lies that never live forgiven
Those talks that never bear the wing of hope,
Are we not alone?
Give us airs! Give us strength!
No….you can’t…as the power of thought had jumped to another
And had left you foolish;
Where goes that anthem that stops the blood of the wound?
Where are those screams of braves that tell you ‘Go, fight’?
No…this war, you shall not know
All those promised to us
And white flags never seem to rise…
No deed can now conclude
What leaves all spiritless
As we all hold that gun in our hands
And look to the ever dark world
And hear our dead brothers laugh
At your wants that never mature
While you keep those mothers’ tears roll down
And end its way in the ocean of red!
© 2013 Sourjya Das. First published by RaedLeafPoetry-India 2013.
Sourjya Das calls himself a word and graphic artist. He is a student of law at National Law University, Odisha. He hails from Kolkata, West Bengal.
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