To The Soldier On Warfront Poem by Seema Aarella

Throw away your gun,
Oh soldier! Come back home.
Your child needs a new toy,
Come with arms full of gifts,
Come reinvent the family joy.

Bury the tankers dropp the guns.
Head back to your homeland
Where building of love is under construction
And your people need a helping hand.

Abandon the shells and bombs,
With your hands don’t build graves
A childhood friend of you craves
Come back to him and play
That game you left in midway.

Comeback to roam
In the garden of your home,
No one has taken your dog on stroll,
Can you hear the church bells call?
Once again come to the prayer hall.

Deep woods, lakes and meadows await
For you to come and take a walk,
Old people at the square wait
Wont you come to have a talk
Come soon they miss you a lot.

This summer was very hot,
No colors the spring had brought.
Though it rained heavily this time,
It still seemed incomplete
For it did not wet your feet.

Even the winds that pass this way
Wonders what caused your delay,
Everywhere only silence sway,
Like this one more season falls,
Again loneliness enthralls.


Your parents are all crest broken
Your wife has hardly spoken.
Again and again she reads the quote
That says, “I love you”
in the last letter you wrote.

The crops have grown taller
And are read to reap.
So are your son and daughter
They remember you and weep.
Come back soldier they need your shoulder

Miles away your are in a fight,
Smiles on your people’s faces are tight,
Come and bring them back to life,
Come back to end their daily strife.
Shred war and spread love,
Oh Soldier! Come back now.