Not Only A Soldier! Poem by Bhaarat Kurda

I am a soldier,
In service to my nation,
It's an honour I am blessed with,
Which comes with a harsh realisation.

I am away from my family,
To protect the others,
I am not complaining about it,
But sometimes their memories smother.

On phone, when I talk to my mother,
Who always ask about my return,
'Soon', the only answer I can provide,
The same lies seated on my tongue.

My father, looking after the family,
Only ask about my well-being,
He never says but I know,
He needs a hand to help him.

My throat choke as I talk to my wife,
Her voice fill my heart with remorse,
Its a feeling no man should learn,
Being away from her is a vicious curse.

I have a son and a daughter,
They both are very small,
I am afraid if they will recognise me,
When their father return home.

We are here awake many nights,
To protect the border lines,
But its not only us fighting the wars,
Our families too are fighting battles in their minds.