Their Life Poem by Amartya Kalapahar

“Roger storm in the front”
I repeat
I repeat
He cried
They have crossed the bridge
Faced so many blows
Passed away enemy waves
And at last reached their destination
But relief was not written
In their fortune
Far from they caught the sight
Of a meandering group of intrepid soldiers
They tried their best
Exert their full effort
In spite of that
Their undying spirits
At last came to an end
Death in an unknown destination
Without a soul to mourn for them
And breaking every promises
Of their dear ones
Their holy spirits took them
To a path of heaven.
What was the meaning of life
For them in a secluded place?
To bring freedom for their people
Like a free macaw flying high
In the boundless blue sky
Without the interference of anybody
All in all
The meaning of life for them
Was “To fight for freedom
Till the last dropp of blood
Oozes out from their vigorous bodies”