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.
Copyright © Krishani Kumarasinghe | Year Posted 2016
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