poetry, Soldier

The Soldier

Every time a son fails to return home, 

when the grim raven dusk descends;

A shooting star trails over the northern

horizon, leaving  behind million sparkling

diamonds, a hero is fallen in the battlefield,

my heart makes a shrieking sound, simply

breaking into two halves, his ground beneath

me stands still,birds in the brain stop chirping,

My boy hasn’t arrived home yet…. 

( Poem is dedicated to the brave IAF Officer Abhinandan Vartham, pray for his swift homecoming)