To the top of that tree-clad hill I go,
And towards my father I gaze,
Till with my mind's eye his form I espy,
And my mind's ear hears how he says:--
'Alas for my son on service abroad!
He rests not from morning till eve.
May he careful be and come back to me!
While he is away, how I grieve!'
To the top of that barren hill I climb,
And towards my mother I gaze,
Till with my mind's eye her form I espy,
And my mind's ear hears how she says:--
'Alas for my child on service abroad!
He never in sleep shuts an eye.
May he careful be, and come back to me!
In the wild may his body not lie!'
Up the lofty ridge I, toiling, ascend,
And towards my brother I gaze,
Till with my mind's eye his form I espy,
And my mind's ear hears how he says:--
'Alas! my young brother, serving abroad,
All day with his comrades must roam.
May he careful be, and come back to me,
And die not away from his home.'
In the wild his body may not lieway of all wars.He has put words in his mother's mouth.Mother will not think of son, s still body lying in the woods.But war was all around and ways of life at that time.Valour was a false virtue snatching son from old mother.Stop war by all means. All his loved ones are dead.eitherof war or something else. He is alone and in the defense service.Mother will say.donot succumb, I have put enough vitality in you, do not give in, Come back.
............an excellent write and theme of a soldiers thoughts ★
A superb poem depicting the responses of father, mother and elder brother of a soldier on service, on his going abroad on service. Thanks for sharing.
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The sentiments of near and dear relatives of a soldier about his service and the risk to his life involved in it beautifully portrayed.