Sarala pens a soulful poem about the agony and resolve of a soldier’s wife, exclusively for Different Truths.
Does anyone know their pain? That widow, young and beautiful Lost her husband in the war, A bullet pierced his patriotic heart, Does anyone know her pain? With two kids to be brought up And old in-laws crying, weeping, She has to stand strong, As she is all in all now No one to help her in anything. The news reached, When she was wearing colourful sarees And glass bangles to match To welcome him with ardent love! She was like a mad woman, When she got the news She changed her saree to a white one, And broke the bangles with Tears rolling down her cheeks. She and kids witnessed the funeral, With gun salutes She wiped her tears and took her kids, In her lap and held them with all her love! Does anyone know her pain? As the night falls, she sees a shadow, Walking in the room and she is sure, It’s him. She lights a lamp and sits and chants For hours before she could get an hour’s sleep She tucks her kids under the quilt, And quietly leaves the room in silence, Holding his photo to her chest But stopped weeping, As she told herself I am proud today, He gave his life to save the motherland. And am sure I am going to teach my children To be brave once they grow up And take up their father’s job… A proud moment is waiting for them.
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