Shiva Pillai

Rookie (18 June 1982 / Madurai (Now in City of Dreams - Bombay))

I Want To Live - Poem by Shiva Pillai

This is a story of a soldier who was shot in the head in the battlefield.

Frank, I want to live I want to go home, but I have also to save life,
Frank, I always miss my mother, my father, my daughter and my wife;
Frank, there are many people around me, but I still think I am alone,
Frank, I am going to die, I m living now, but soon I will be gone.

Frank, I am not afraid of dying, not afraid of the bullet or the pain,
Frank, but I really am terrified about the news, which they cannot sustain;
Frank, I pray you give them strength to accept the fact that I am dead,
Frank, my daughter is very small; tell them the news after she’s gone to bed.

Frank, I’d made a promise to my sweet angel that I would be there on Monday,
Frank, six years since she was born, and I was never there once for her birthday;
Frank, I will miss the birthday again, I will not be with her, which makes me sad,
Frank, but I think I will be with you and watch over her, which is not at all bad.

Frank, I am not the only one, who is going to die for the country,
Frank, there are millions of others who are fighting to make others free;
Frank, did you make us so that we could fight and kill each other,
Frank, I kill people with my gun and it seems to me that I don’t bother.

Frank, they say that I am a soldier, and I get respect for all the blood,
Frank, there are more people killed in war, than in quakes and flood;
Frank, I’ll pray from the sky, I will pray to end all the hatred and the war,
Frank, I am so close to the end, but still the end seems too far.

Frank, I want to live

Just when he was about to end his story, his story ended. The bullet hit his head, right between his eyes… he was dead instantly, but he had a smile on his face. I don’t know who Frank is and why he used Frank in all the lines?

Do you know?


Comments about I Want To Live by Shiva Pillai

  • Bronze Star - 2,031 Points Kee Thampi (3/27/2008 2:08:00 AM)

    Frank, did you make us so that we could fight and kill each other,
    Frank, I kill people with my gun and it seems to me that I don’t bother.

    a good story of a war and dead man (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 23, 2008



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