When a soldier dies much ado is made about the person and the widow of our land..On the other side the picture is no different..This is for all of them …A war widow sees that it is the same for the others too…but is held in check.
On the other side of the fence
the face I see
is mine ..
The tears that wet
the creepers
like mine
clear and flowing.
The children calling
like mine
noses running
cheerfully playing
games with toys
bought by their brave dads.
Vague memories of father
will linger in their minds
perhaps
they will look at photos videos
ask ..this is my father?
On the other side of the fence
they are still gunning
down each other
the line of control to maintain
On the other side of the fence
I am trying to pull myself together
put my pieces together .
She too …yes
I see her struggling
on the other side of the fence.
Just beyond
the line of control,
that I too maintain.
A deeply thoughtful work that conveys the gravitas of its subject matter with dignity.
Thank you Sir.