I Feel - Martyred Soldiers Pain Poem by Seema Jayaraman

I FEEL, I FEEL

When there are no more tears

To shed over sleepless nights

I have paced the floor bare

Writhing in my helplessness

Beneath veils of equanimity

Within inclusivity, lost my identity

The enemy remains camouflaged

As he piled up his explosive arsenal in my backyard

To rain death upon me and my trusting brothers

Here I am on the frozen soil

Not enough hands, a nation of a billion

To pick up bits & pieces of my tattered flesh

Strewn all over this war torn frozen soil

I can no longer hold my furious sobs within

I need to let out this howl long into the night

A war cry to awaken my sleeping brethrens

Your sense of security is a fallacy

Unclasp these chains of magnanimity

Confront the cowardice cowering within

The attack was frontal, it is now guttural

Your guts will be spilled on the streets

Your home is under fire,

Your loved ones will be dragged into the pits to be butchered

What will you do, don't you feel, don't you feel

But I feel, I feel even in my agonized death

A call to set this wrong right

To vanquish the enemy growing within

It's this cancerous ideology needing nationalistic treatment

Now that my eyes in death are dry

Lead the front of this charge, brothers & sisters mine

I need your hands, pick me up from the bloodied ground

Fly me home in empty coffins

Tell my people there was nothing left of me to be delivered

I was vaporized by a zealots fanaticism

I feel, I feel in death, I will return

Again to proudly wear my uniform

Andavenge this mindless savagery