Women

When I joined in... They said that I was tough and life in the barracks are tough So I decided that I will be tough Tough as a rock No interference of sentiments, emotions What so ever... I dreamt of moonlit nights in the mountains I wished to snuggle under the quilt of my mom for warmth I heard voices of my past and my future YET, I was tough not to give up or not to give in... One evening, on a freezing winter We advanced towards a village where A Human shield was curtaining the enemy There were shells, canons and blood all over And of course, I was tough...tough as they wanted me to be I saw a pair of blue eyes hugging a ragged doll Covered from dust, cement and blotches of blood May be from someone who was shot, just then But the blue eyes were alive, though welled in tears... I stepped closer...the eyes became a face, then a pair of soft hands And a short pair of legs, a little girl in tattered clothing I stood there frozen and being tough Yet the blue eyes came towards me And grabbed my legs tight and started sobbing out loud calling me "mammy" I stood there...immobile but I screamed and screamed With no tears but from pain, anger and EMOTION.