The Prophet of Scars

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

He crumbles where the land forgets its name

The world’s exactness slips from the children’s tongue

Fields bleed between the scars

History forgets itself to be soft and polite

His life is for all

Willing to give his all

His life is ever made to go at any moment

Unsurpassed of courage and honor

Just to see the flag flying proud and high.

Somewhere in the quiet night he waits

Far above the storm gathered clouds

Far above the midnight sky

Where eagles dare to fly.

Without a care to be tired

The hardened body is sleep deprived

Unbroken and vigilant in love for the motherland

In the barren and desolate land.

The world is little poorer in his death

Not mourned by many

Just his wife and children.

Very ordinary and quiet sort of life he lived

The world won’t note his passing

His body does not lie on the state

But thousands of notes passing on politicians

That they were great

Papers tell their stories

From the time they were young

But poor soldier’s passing goes unnoticed and unsung

The ordinary fellow during wars and strife

Goes up to serve his country and offer his life

The countries are in conflict

He finds his part

To clean up the trouble

That the politicians start.

Just a homage!

Just a head line in the paper might say

The country mourns for a soldier died today.