Soldier
The wind blows
Through my hairs
Grown through years of struggle.
It brings message
From my soil
Oh! Listen
The whisper in my ears
“Oh! Child don’t cry”
Soothing my wounds
It washes off all my
Revenge, anguish and pain
The rain comes too
Sprinkling my face
Wiping the inhuman dirt
It wipes my sweat
That my chained hands
Have failed to do
Then the rays come
To fill my eyes
And dry my tears
My soil has sent them all
Just then a foreign bird
Sits on the prison bars
It asks, “Who are you?”
So cruelly chained and beaten
“Oh! Poor man what wrong have you done?”
“I am a soldier
And I die for my soil”,
My last breath says……
Copyright © Roopa Menon | Year Posted 2006
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