Am I Not a Soldier Too

Whenever the nation summoned me to hurry for war, She stood wet-eyed and faded as though already widowed; Equilibrium of my judgment couldn't find sure score, Feelings hid the reason; reason, feelings; I got pillowed...! My kith many and friends, for the nation, martyrdom gained, I, like a cock guarding his hen waiting her chicks to hatch; Plowing, cultivating waiting for crops to come to hand, Life flew happy and sad like seasons attach and detach...! When the soldier dead were royally brought to the village, Citizens crowed around proud of their army soul-mates; I place me within coffins of these men of privilege, Yet, in heart, an unknown thought, like enlightenment, elates: Fighting wars at fields or home, isn’t philosophy same? Child of nation or of home – isn’t saving all - my aim...? 16 December 2021