The shadow of a tall giant guy in my dreams,
Still makes me beckon to want him more,
Steady hands & head held high,
He Comes closer to bid a goodbye!
To have a walk beside the borderlines,
To feel the redolent smell of the soil
Encircled by some devoted soul,
To know more about the oozing patriotism,
Unfathomable dreams to touch the sky,
Incessant pride to love the nation,
& to sit beside him & freeze the moment
knowing the reasons behind his beguiling smile
Even after being tattooed with multiple wounds.
I’m sure he won’t hesitate,
& looking straight to my eyes, he’ll raise his voice,
Only some utterance including
‘Nation’ , ‘Love’ , ‘Dignity’ ,& ‘Pride’,
Will paint my canvas with some uncomprehended
Pride & his with, unconditional love!
Smokes,sands, storms & dusts;
He is inevitable for his tremendous valour.
Struggle, fight, blood & wound;
He never strolls around the battlefield.
Around the viscosity of dark fogs in winter night,
I saw him transparent with his ever-opened eyes!
Suddenly I lag behind in my dreams,
When he lands a kiss & vanishes like a forgotten mist,
I restlessly search him here & there,
But nothing reverts back without the echoes of guns,
A celestial serene turned into a massacre,
A massacre saw the most of a flood of blood,
With its each drop is engraved of soldiers’ name.
Some stammers & unclear murmurs
Come to a conclusion,
“They’re no more”, they say with a lower tone.
Still I don’t cry rethinking his chants,
He tells he’s a name, unerasable & indomitable,
Recalling him with tears won’t be justifiable.
The shadow of a valiant soul,
Still makes me sizzle to take one glance of him,
To tell how legitimate he was as a beloved,
To show how much I’ve prayed for his return,
& to hug him for the sacrifice
He thought was a piece of cake!
I wish I can again meet him over the borders,
& tell him he was omnipotent, at least for his mother,
The mother he hugged running just after
Getting splintered with the rounds of bullets,
The mother whose lap was the only thing where
He closed his heavy-lidded eyes forever
& the mother who vowed a kiss
For her most precious boy to bid a goodbye.
The shadow of that uniquely uniformed soldier
Who has a cologne of his own dire aura,
Yes, I felt for him in the very first glimpse,
& proudly say the guy is a warrior who colours my dream.