Star Wars
Star Wars
She bid him goodbye on that morn
wishing him safe journey to his call
to protect the nation against wars
Did the rituals demanded...
tied red roli on his wrist,
drew the tilak on his forehead,
in his parted lips gently placed
homemade sweets she'd made
He looked around furtively
to see if the coast was clear
drew her to chest kissed her lips,
her neck, her eyelids, chewed her ears
made her giggle, removed her fears
promising to return to see the face
of his yet to be born child.
Six months later a telegram arrived
stating all the men in his platoon
standing in a line of fire had died.
Bodies in coffins lay side by side.
Taking her son she stood in line
to pay her respects and claim
the body of the father of her child.
No tears rolled down her eyes
for she had promised would not cry
would not grieve for a soldier
who is serving the nation had died
Remained stoic, placed her son
on his coffin, whispering to him
'Son here lies your father wrapped
in nation's flag, you too shall
serve the nation like him'.