I am nineteen or should say I was
Now that I have died
As I slept on the holy wood
And all the dear ones cried

They cried and cried for thirteen days
I was their only son
They could not see the light
But I was shining like the sun

How could they see the light
For no physical shape they saw
I just wish they stop crying
And speak of their son in awe

They will cry and they will say
That their son died too soon
I agree but I don't regret
That my life ended at noon

The day I wore the nation's pride
I swore never say die
The body's weary too tired
But the heart should fight and fly

Nothing for me to say right now
Its time I go back
My peers are waiting for me up there
Following the same track

When I am there nothing has changed
We just wait for the magic wand
All we want is one more chance
To fight for our motherland



The Story Behind

I really don't know why I wrote this poem. No I am not trying to be diplomatic. I really never wanted to write this poem.

I wanted to write something on the life after death concept. But I never knew when I diverted from that topic and became patriotic.

But frankly I think this poem describes the ill effects of war. It describes the ill fate of the family of a war hero and his attitude of looking at things after his death.

This poem for me is special because for the first time I am not the main protagonist in this poem. I am glad that I broke out of my self-centered image.