The Victory Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Fear not, now that you lie on your father’s lap
As the warmest blanket around you wrap
The war is over, the victory won
So arise, and claim your kingdom my son

I know you were scared of the bugle’s call
Battles you said will only lead to downfall
Forgive me my son, no more battles will I lead
Forgive this father, for his folly and greed

I know you wanted to do a lot of good
Not make wars and battles a means of livelihood
Yet for your father, you came out to fight
You fought bravely son, through day and night

Listen my son, to the victory roar
To spread the message, see the pigeons soar
Your mother awaits to receive her victorious son
The kingdom awaits its chosen one

Hear them my son, for you they are celebrating
For you the streets are dancing, for you the drums are beating
Through the night they celebrate, without food or sleep
Yet here I sit and mourn and over your body weep

The enemy is vanquished, the losers have fled
Yet hollow this victory, for my son lies dead
He doesn’t see the fireworks that light up the night sky
Even my tears have dried, no more have I to cry

The lights are blinding, the night still young
The victory songs I hear are for me dirges sung
Wallow I deep in my tears and sorrow
Will the sun rise to herald a brighter tomorrow.