By Barkha Poptani
‘He got the flicker in his eyes, and the courage to rise, up to the mountain in his destiny, was born here but the battle yard was his home’ his mother made a choice.
Not for her, but for the people he would fight, maybe she thought that will make his late papa delight..
He grown up with the fierce, fearless and faultless mother,
Destruction of the enemies and envy decided his earnest, nothing other..
For the first most time, as he wore his honour, a small lump was burned near the frame of his papa with fawner..
Blessings apart, fortitude he took, when mother asked ‘How you feeling?”Valour, sir” replied with hands to the salute and head to the shook...
Went to the border with other warriors, sudden attack of opposition lead some half dead men and paralysed to their barriers...
For the mother’s flawless heart and father’s dauntlessness, he attached the explosive close to the chest..
Running to the counterpart, flicker in the eyes, remembering the words, gave himself a pride..
“How are you feeling?” asked one of the slightly smiling with the feeling of encountering him, ”Valour, sir” and boom giving them the unexpected blast..
As the war finished, candles went on, not only the awards but in the souls he last..
Not with the tears but dignity mother took the cadaver rolled up in tricolour,
Marching up with self esteem, lighted another small lamp with fawner..
By Barkha Poptani
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