Dear my love,
I
want to see your face. I want to feel the feathery touch of your hand, one last
time in my life. I won’t last long. A pair of bullets ripped through my stomach.
It must have punctured my intestine I’m breathing heavy. I already have lost
enough blood but it can’t be equalled to the bloods I have sucked through my
rifle. I feel that I’m counting on my time. 17 years of ruthless life filled
with blood in the name of saving my own nation. I feel proud but at the same
time I feel sad when I think about the safety of my nation at the cost
thousands of lives at the border. I still remember the death cry of a 19 year
old kid who died on my hands in the name of serving our own nation. He was shot
in the chest and he tried to tell something to me. All of a sudden, he was
gone. Just like that, he was gone. Just like that, he left this world. Our
nation will call him a brave man died in the battle. But, they don’t know the
pain he had undergone. They don’t know the life he had lost.

I
remember the day we got married. I remember the night I have told you “I LOVE
YOU”. I remember the day when you gave birth to two little babies as beautiful
as morning suns, as gorgeous as winter flowers, as sweet as honey. I remember
the day they called you “Ma” and I remember your tears hugging the two cute
buds. I remember the day when you told me to hold my call and asked them to
speak with me. They called out only one word and that word still rings in my
ear “Pa”. I remember your last hug two
years back, it was a tearful send off. I still remember the moment, I was about
to start, but you ran to me like a mad, hugged me, kissed my forehead and said,
“Don’t go! Please don’t go!” You might have foreseen the future. My love, why does
earth have partition? Why does man drew up a border? Why do we have countries
that are separated by languages and religions when the entire population came
from single man and woman?
Heavens
calls upon me. Words are been muttered in my ears “your time’s up”. I guess
that’s all. I thank my blood and finger for writing this. I thank the shattered
piece of wood that served as a paper. I thank God for the life with you. I
thank you for the undying love on me. You know dear,
Just one more day
I want to be born
again,
I want to love you
again,
I want to feel you
again,
Just one more day
I want to be born again
Holy God! I just need
one more life
A life for my family
Adios!
To My love
The
soldier dropped his hand. His eyes looked lifeless. His soul reached heaven and
looked down at his lifeless body. It was a sun set.
The war was over; Myriads of Corpses
were lying on the blood patched battle ground. His body lied on the piece of
wood protecting it. A fellow soldier moved him from the piece of wood. He was
moved by his letter and had tears. He made a promise to him. A promise from his
heart; He knelt down in-front of his fellow soldier’s corpse and promised, “Your
love is borderless brother! it will live long. You died yet your love will
stand for ages. Fellow soldier, may god bestow peace upon your soul. I don’t
know your name but I will do it for you. Your letter will reach the one you loved
to the core. I will take this to the person for whom you want to be born again.
I salute your love.”
After 3 months,
A soldier knocked a door which
is far from the town. A lady with a beautiful round face and fish like blue eyes
opened the door with two little kids on her either side and looked at the fellow
soldier with her tear filled eyes. He had a huge box wrapped with shiny white
sheet. He unwrapped it and showed it to her. She saw that, her legs trembled; she
knelt down and cried, cried and tears rolled down from her eyes..........
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