Dying Soul

Waking up from my adobe

Which now lies in tricolour

With its nostrils packed with cotton

And limbs in rigor mortis

I could only hear soft wails

And my father still proud

For supporting me as a teenager,

For supporting me to die one day

As a man of honour and valour.

But the sight of my child

Caused an ache in the numb me,

And the plight of my young wife

Made me shed tears without water.

I died showcasing valour

With my companion gun

And shot five bodies.

 I thought I showcased valour

I was following my religion – Patriotism

But when I enter their shoes

I ache,

I did not kill five bodies,

But five souls.

Injured many other souls

And increased hatred.

I had followed my religion

But not followed the human religion.

I repent my decision

Shameful that my father supported me.

Because all that stands today

Is a sinner

A man who died of valour

A soul dying of repentance.