A Warrior's Offspring
by Diya Singh
I recall completely
But it seems as if no one is certain of me.
I grew up,
with my mother aside
hearing all her subtle prayers
and holy cries
before bed
by the lords
and on the ringing
of every distressed call.
I barely see my dad
"He is protecting the country"
is the cause I hear forever.
The break from his service
is even shorter than my school's summer holidays.
Even today,
all I can exchange is
letters and text messages
beholding the love so dear.
I bet
he doesn't even remember my class.
It's such a pity
To be the one he cares so deeply
while having just a minute of
his to have his unlimited attention
for me.
Every holiday is a
reminder of him,
every family picnic
incomplete,
with every PTM
gloomy.
When all the students
see their parents
clapping on school functions
I stand in a corner.
I know that his job is important,
and tedious of all
while others gloat at him,
taking Pride for his will
I feel disappointed,
because I didn't get to choose any of this.
All my childhood pictures are a
witness of his absence.
Holi, Diwali, Christmas, New year and
even my birthday all are left to reconsider.
While people see national channels for
patriotism,
I see it for remembrance
so that I may remember the face I am
waiting for.
Now let's see,
From my perspective even I am a warrior, an unnamed fighter
having sores and blisters plentiful,
Plights to consider,
countless in all
but nothing close to
anyone's validation.
Even now when I have grown up
I can still sense the same
emptiness and longing for my dad,
I definitely know that
I love him
but
All at the end,
the question remains the same,
Does my dad even love me ?
whom do you think he will choose
me or his duty of all.
If all is at stake
will he have the courage to
choose the right and betray the wrong.
It's so long, so alone, looks like even I can be
an unsung warrior
of the darkness I had experienced and defeated.
Beautiful poetry!!
Absolutely fabulous
Beautiful poem
MMM
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