Soldier is now a slave,
He is directed, how he should behave,
He speaks the words they want to hear,
He dresses his nature as they ask him to wear.
He walks as they say,
Works as they say.
He loves as they say,
Hate as they say.
They have ripped of his dreams,
They derive pleasure from his shouts and screams,
In the night, he eats their abusive tongues,
In the morning, he drinks their fury glance.
Soldier’s identity has now been dissolved,
He no longer remembers who he was,
He has forgotten the country, to which he belongs,
He is tired, breathless, wishes to wear death’s gown.
He is not hand cuffed,
But is he free?
He is not being beaten up,
But is he not suffering any injury?
He is caged; they have invaded his freedom,
He is dying; they have injected the virulent venom.
His aspirations to live has died,
Yet He is living,
Soldier’s soul has died,
Facing his merciless killing...
copyright aditi kochhar
To all my readers!!
ReplyDeleteThis post is special to me, after all my half century on this blog:)
Thanks for motivating me and for constant reading and commenting!!
Regards,
Aditi
hey first of all congo on ur 50th post... i hope thats what u meant when u said half century :P
ReplyDeletenow on-to your post, why have you visualized the soldier's life so negatively? I don't think any soldier would have ever felt the way you have imagined him/her to be.
"Soldier’s identity has now been dissolved,
He no longer remembers who he was,
He has forgotten the country, to which he belongs,
He is tired, breathless, wishes to wear death’s gown."
what was this? i mean seriously what nonsense?
instead of encouraging any soldier/martyr, by writing a positive poem for their endless sacrifices, you have killed their remaining hopes by writing on such a negative thought.
why did u turn your 50th post into a disaster?
please reply to the points i have raised. i wish im wrong this time and your poem makes sense.
happy blogging by the way.
@KV: well I'm sorry if you didn't like the theme of the poem. But hey, I never planned that my 50th post would not be gloomy. I wrote it and it happened to be my 50th century. I don't mind wheather it's sad or happy; it's special to me.
ReplyDeleteAnyways coming to the point,
First of all, let me tell you, this poem is sequentional(this one is IInd part) of the poem "eclipsed war" I guess you didn't read it.
I'm not discouraging any soldier over here. By the paragrph you mentioned, yes his condition seemed discouraging, but that's what a soldier goes through when he is trapped at his enemy's place. I need to bring out that scenario out when a soldier gets caught by his enemy and how he handles it!!
And above all, read the IIIrd part of the poem (eclipsed war: hour of bedlam, you might see the soldier's light of positivity flashing, though slowly, but still illuminating.
In these sequential poems, I'm trying to bring out a phase that a soldier faces!!!
ReplyDeleteOhh... so the para "Soldier’s identity has now been dissolved,
ReplyDeleteHe no longer remembers who he was," is about a soldier's feeling after he being caught?
ohhh ok... if that is it.. then hats off to you once again
Great Poem... and FYI, i had already read your eclipsed war I but i dint find any relation to a soldier's life being discussed there.
even i was wondering the same as to why have you suddenly started discussing the soldier's life in your 2nd poem which is a sequel of the first one.
But yea... maybe i dint really get that one... Poems and me -->>> Galaxies Apart :D
^^ My Bad
Anyway...
Great Poem now that i know that its about how the soldier feels after being caught.
Man... seriously you can be a lyricist for huge metal bands such as metallica, megadeth, disturbed etc... who need such dark themes for their heavy riffs and fast solos..
oh well... i got carried away :D
good job lad!
take care... and sorry if i hurt your feelings by commenting a bit haphazardly on your 50th post.
and oh bdw... in your reply you have written
50TH CENTURY... lol i know what you mean to say... but still 50th CENTURY = 5000 POSTS :D
happy blogging
cheers,
KV