Dying Soul
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.