at times, your own creations make you emotional every time you read them...and here is my favorite one on the occasion which suits it best! **SOLDIER ON THE FRONT** Do you remember mommy, The game I loved the most as a child? And while I got dressed to play it, I could see you stand at the back and smile. In our vast lawns we used to play it, ‘Soldier on the front’ was its name, and how gusty I used to feel, carrying my toy gun, though it was just a game. And do you remember when I fell down, How you came rushing towards me. You took me in your arms and wiped my tears, “Don’t worry my brave little soldier, it would get good in a wee.” My wound pained so hard, but I was relieved it would soon heal, not due to the bandage you tied around it, but because you said that so it would be. Daddy lifted me and carried me gently in his lap to my bed. and the whole night you two kept awake and sat by me, while peacefully I slept. You nursed me for days, till my hurt got completely cured; and the evenings were happy again when with my game, my audacity was restored. Days passed, and today I am a soldier in real, wearing a real uniform and carrying a real gun; fulfilling my duties towards my country, serving my land in pouring rains and scorching sun. But even today when I get dressed up, looking in the mirror I wear my batch, I could see you standing at the back, smiling at me the same way, as in my childhood you had. I had always wanted to be a soldier, protecting my motherland from the enemy; and there I was that day, fighting the war for the sake of my nation’s pride and dignity. I battled valiantly on the front till a bullet struck me in my breast, but the hit did not deter me and with all my courage I fought ahead. But now the pain is deepening, and it is becoming hard to bear. I could see me falling down on the ground, It is aching terribly but still, I do not fear, For I know you will soon come rushing to me, and will take me in your arms and wipe my tears. You possess the power to heal the sorest of my wounds; I need not worry when you are somewhere near. I am waiting for you mommy, to come and relieve me of my pain, I am not able to move on my own, Daddy won’t you come and lift me in your lap again? Slowly, I close my eyes and could see the three of us, in those good old days, we are laughing and enjoying. I could sense the silence descending around me, and my agonizing pain is gradually subsiding. And when I opened my eyes again, I see you both crying bitterly among the crowd that has come to our place to pay me respect, while my body lies swathed in a shroud. You are lifting me again Daddy, not in your lap but on your shoulder, and mommy is shouting and screaming, pleading you not to take me away from her forever. My wound is not hurting anymore, but I cannot stop myself from grieving. It aches me more than those sore injuries to see you both wailing and weeping. I yearn to come back to you, and again be your brave little soldier. I want to play in our lawns again, but those days are gone forever. -Divyani Jain
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 09:30:42 +0000
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