Just A Dream Away Poem by p.k.n. panicker

As people sleep comfortably
in this fine cradle,
enjoy the sweet lullaby of mother nature,

this bold man sheds his blood
toils in the snow
walks in the terrains
where death is no stranger,

his better half
in some remote village,
just a dream away;

She sings an invigorating song
detailing the heroics of their ancestors,
of the fights
with strong and sharp weapons,
of the rivers of blood,

stretches her hand
to swipe away the cold and tiredness
of her husband, her friend and mate,
just a dream away.

A little dampness,
the stretched fingers withdrawn hastily,
she screams aloud,
"my fingers are red."

Who will sing
in praise of these soldiers
fighting relentlessly
with unmatched vigour
to ensure that we sleep comfortably,
enjoy the sweet lullaby of mother nature?