The Awakening Voice
The Awakening Voice
Sitting by the window pane
Rushing down the meadows
A voice from deep inside
Soaked me in. And asked --
"Where's your destination?", to which
I wished to reply, but failed.
The voice continued, as if
to prevent me from speaking any further,
"I know not where it is, and
Neither do I aspire to.
Since I've no destination, but one
Where I never reach, nor depart.
For this my home, yet far from
Giving me a homely charm!
I know not, whether you are heartbroken or gay
And neither do I aspire to.
Since I have no mood, no feeling but one
That I never show nor conceal.
For it's more than feeling, my duty.
Albeit no working condition,
Yet nothing more to me than another day in office!
I don't know what's your profession, and
Neither do I aspire to.
Since I've no job, but one
That calls for me to do whatever's the need of hour.
Rather than My job, it's all for you and millions like you.
Yet I give my best, whatever the task is, though thankless and merciless.
I don't know what's your passion in vacations, and
Neither do I aspire to.
Since I've no passion, no pass time, but one
That constantly engages me with my duty. For my passion and duty are all the same
This my duty, that I pursue as passion.
I know not about your family, and
Neither do I aspire to.
Since I've no family, but one
That ceaselessly reminds me of my dear ones
For my life is duty and my gun possesses my spouse's beauty
And I've been taught to pretermit those who make up my family tree.
No, don't have any destination
Neither feeling, nor a specific job
I have no passion, no vacation. And --
not even a family, to make up my home!
Though, yes, I do have a human heart, that
beats as of any other man.
But even it has been trained from the very first day at my academy
To beat only to produce blood to dedicate to my Nation.
And not to show even the speck of softness...
So, I better depart now
Before my heart starts to melt down.
Just some parting words, comrade:
'Whenever you have a bad day,
Or you have to face the arduous side of life
Just know, we are there, somewhere by the windows --
of rooms with the sky as roof and a floor of earth.
Surrounded by four walls of thick forests or stringent mountains.
Where going to sleep is always a dread
Not knowing whether we'd cherish the sun rising ever again!!..
.
Now you get up, comrade. Wake up! And awaken the Nation...!"
And awoken was I, but lax, as if
life was out of me for a decade...!
Then rediscovered myself;
Still sitting by the window pane!
But now I was awakened; my eyes wide open,
Only to see a parting hand fainting away in the endless blue
In an olive green shirt sleeve
And rows of several other uniformed men
Gun saluting the parting hero, who bowed
And faded out -- ever awaiting a last glance ...
All I saw henceforth, were lush green meadows...