Sunday, February 24, 2013

O Father! I was not the enemy..

Originally written on: March 23rd, 2011

My love for soldiers, respect for the sacrifices of their family & curiosity for wars made me come up with this one.. It might be hard for some to relate to this but some would find their story in my story..
Inspiration: Pink Floyd

The battle field was drafted; the soil was staring right in to the face,
The guns were loaded, the horses were fed & your armor was on the place.
Drenched in vengeance at the first sun ray, while you were ready to defend,
did you not know there was someone to arrive at the other end?

Miles across the battle-ground, under a weak roof, a mother moaned.
For it was not the ache of birth, it was for you, who to the pain, was unknown.
It were the promises that were broken, it was your absence that was your token.
Not with your love but, with your betrayal, I was born.

While you designed to knock on the heaven's door, I was knocking to hell.
While you planned to destroy, I was created, for I never knew where to dispel.
Why were you always the opposite?
O Father! I was not the enemy..

The one who was just a bride when you departed, is now a mother,
She want no husband for she learnt to wait but, for her son she needed his father.
Bullets and bombs and bloodshed was what she watched on TV that night..
She knew the war started and she was worried for her brave knight.
Though it scared her to death, she smiled and sang to me my lullaby,
Kissing me she said to herself, it's yet not the time to say good-bye.

She was chanting her prayers,
she was feeling so proud,
she noticed no pain & wished for your victory, so loud..

I did no sin, I made no one cry..
Why were you not there to pay, when I so badly wanted a toy.
O Father! I was not the enemy..

The enemies were in full glory, over their ruined land,
tempting for your blood, they made their entry grand.
Revenge in their eyes, rage in their hearts,
without clemency they started tearing you apart.

You indeed were a fearless warrior, mother was so right.
You spared no one, you crushed everyone in your sight.
They attacked our land, they shook our countrymen & that is what they deserved that night..
But, O Father! I was not the enemy..

Hours passed, dawn was about to emerge,
Mother never slept all night, she was praying for you in the church..
The combat was to end & you knew you have won,
right that moment there was something to stun..

A bullet so strong, so fierce, so fast,
Traveled around the field to reside in you and last.
Was that the connection of blood or me conveying,
I started crying so loudly & mother had to stop praying..

Your bright grey eyes, your handsome young face,
along with the bleeding chest, touched the earth surface.
You fell on knees so hard; the field shook with fear,
Along with mine was mother's precious tear..
Loud firing in your ears, loud crying in mother’s
She never knew we would never see each other.

Uttering the god's name followed by your wife & unnamed child,
You wished we always love you, for that pain for you was still so mild.
Looking around the hazy field you were assured about the victory,
assured that your sacrifice will be embossed in our history..

Now I am old enough to read you in my history book,
The questions never end & I always want to say,
O Father! I was not the enemy..

The loudest doubt will always be a worry,
Why her un-dried tears says "Son, you will join the military".
Did I do wrong or was it just mother's destiny?
O Father! I was not the enemy..

When I marched away from your mother,
All I asked was this..
"If I won’t see the victory, would you let him do that, please?"
I loved my bride, my wife, your mother,
For protecting the motherland was my destiny..
O son..
O my son, I was not your enemy....


  1. salutes for the braves in borderd anf for ur lines too !!!!
    keep going.. all the best

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  3. It was a wonderfully written poem. I am glad someone took the time out to realise that war is so destructive that even the winners lose.
    "The enemies were in full glory, over their ruined land"
    this was the best line of this poem.. waiting to hear more on your blog:)


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