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IMPRESSIONS

CRY OF A SOLDIER!

As I go to war,
There’s something that tears me apart,

With every step closer to victory,
I feel the weight of tyranny.
With the odd deafening silence and no footfall around,

The sound of marching and the movement of tankers echoes in my ear,
The place children would play,
I could hear their deafening cry,

Dismantled homes and adversity all around.
As I go to war,
With a heavy heart, I say,

The blood I spilt is of someone’s father and brother just like me,
Who promised to fight and bring back glory,

So that he could go back to his dwelling place called home.
With blood tainted hands, I foresee,
Today it was his corpse, tomorrow it will be mine,

The cry of a soldier might be honoured when the war is done,
But the void of the soldier might never be filled back in a dwelling place

called his home!

Roopsha Bhattacharjee
Asst. Media & PR o ce

39 VOL. / ISSUE /JAN APRIL