A Soldier

He  came home for vacations to see his mother, father,

wanted to create some splendid moments.

To meet his wife and daughter,

thinking this time he will take them on a tour.

The mother thought of having a cup of tea with her son,

and wife wanted to go to a party for fun.

Dad wanted to discuss some global news with son,

and daughter wanted to recite some poem with her hon.

But then started some warfare at border front,

and he got the call to come back,  to perform duty stunts.

So a soldier, a son, a father & a husband get webbed in the catch – 22,

on one side there is family love and the other side its the motherland’s dove,

 out of which he had to choose only one.

The culture infused in him made motherland’s love  his priority,

not the mothers’ who loved him up to infinity.

Left  home with wet eyes and promising hands,

in blasphemy that he will come back, in next holidays he will come back.

But will he?

A question that his family always have.

A soldier is always an important part of every country’s system. This poetry is just an expression of what an army man’s life go through and a little tribute to his immense contribution in keeping us and our motherland safe.

Jai Hind!

Š Payal Tyagi 

13 Comments on “A Soldier

  1. This poem reminds me of the book “The Soldier: : A History of Courage, Sacrifice and Brotherhood by Darren Moore”.
    The poem provides a timely reminder of the debt we owe to our servicemen and women. Kudos Payal for penning such an amazing poem.

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