POW: Prisoners of war. The heroes on the battlefield but soon forgotten by the country. The heroes who struggle to maintain their identity in alien land, who wish to be home and nothing else. Have you ever thought about them? Try remembering them and think what do they go through every minute, every second.
My tribute to those heroes in various wars, the respect they deserve.. Their walk back home. The pics depicted here are real photos of just some Indian POWs in the wars of 1965, 1971...and many more.
I am a soldier
I fought for my country, my motherland
I cared for her freedom
Now I am a POW.
In an alien land I await my release
Hero in the eyes of my family, yet forgotten by my country
I await my freedom
Freedom to walk back to my country
Freedom to be a captive no more
The memories refuse to die down
Days turned into months
Months into years
I refuse to become a memory
My family would be waiting for my return
Parents would be staring at the lane leading to the house
Hoping to catch a glimpse of their son
Defying their time, saying, “ Let him come first”
My beloved would be knitting a new hope everyday
Dressing everyday to greet me any second
Her hope would be rising like the morning sun and dimming just like the sunset, everyday
I cant comfort her loneliness at night
I vowed to be by her side all life
And here I am so far away from her
My children must have all grown up
I know they must be missing me every moment
The birthdays and celebrations would be subdued
How do I tell them I miss them too ?
I know they must be proud when they hear my name
Yet sad when they dont know whether I am dead or alive
I have found friends here
Many of them from the past wars
Confined to these walls, we have become used to call this as our “second” home
Yet I long for my first
I have no qualms about being captured
I am a soldier, it was my duty
As the years have gone by all I want now is my return back home
Or atleast the news to my loved ones that I am alive
Many here have faded into oblivion
But I refuse to become a memory
I await my walk back home
To my country
To my loved ones
To my motherland
My walk back home...
Heroes: My walk back home
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thumbs up for this wonderful post of yours. Weldone
ReplyDeleteThumbs up for this wonderful post . weldone
ReplyDeletethank you :)
ReplyDeleteI have no words to write.. I can not feel this deep pain. I have family.. I can smile.. I can feel happy anytime.. but what can I write for those who gives us smile.. !! We even don't know how many tears they kill daily.. to feel brave and How dreams of open air keep them alive.. ?
ReplyDeleteI cant write a word for the sad wait in homes of all brave sons of bharat..
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