It wasn't long ago
When nestled in his arms
Like a whorled flower bud
I felt his warmth
It wasn't long ago
When he taught me to ride a horse
To ride over my dreams
And chase the stars
It wasn't long ago
When he was called to action
Bereted in olive green
The honor of the land pinned to his chest
It wasn't long ago
When he told me he was only migrating
Like the soaring swallows
Who return with a new season
It wasn't long ago
When he wrote to me
Of cheerful cherry blossoms
Blooming from Earth's bosom
It wasn't long ago
When he forgot to mention
The perishing petals
And sodden snows
It wasn't long ago
When he fell
Like a withered chinar leaf
Onto the red earth
It wasn't long ago
When he told me all wars could be won
If past faults were undone
With the advent of flowers
It wasn't long ago
When his voice was drowned
In a sea of shouts and salutes
As a floral wreath buried him
It wasn't long ago
When I saw him scaling the skies
It won't be long
Before we meet again
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's about the relationship of a father and daughter and the daughter describes growing up with her dad ,until he's called to action and disappears from her life forever and how easily his beliefs and thoughts are forgotten after his funeral ..but in the last stanza he breaks free from the mortal world and sets out to scale the skies and the daughter dreams of meeting him again😍
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A beautifully rendered piece which captures some of the trauma both solders and their relatives at home experience in such situations.
Your work conveys that well. The only exception to that is your phrase "the army men who sacrifice their lives to protect ours". On most occasions they go to a war, sent by politicians and generals, which should never have been started by those same men in the first place.
Thank you for your appreciation..I do agree that most of the times soldiers are forced to give up everything they love and go to war started by others who never set their feet on the battlefield..
Then does not that phrase fudge the issue? If you are going to bother to write a war poem, at least make it real:
Linger not, stranger; shed no tear.
Go back to those who sent us here.
We are the young they drafted out
To wars their folly brought about.
Go tell those old men, safe in bed,
We took their orders and are dead. A.D. Hope
Now there's a poet doing his job properly.
Not really..not every soldier is forced to join the armed forces..some join the army of their own will with the conviction to serve people and protect them at the border..this is not a war poem it is about men serving day and night in border security forces and who could get killed in a breach of security like in a terrorist attack.
The exception then becomes the rule?
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