214. Hero Poem by Dipankar Sadhukhan

The poor boy fought and fought
Inside and outside
Of his mind and conscience
Only to survive on this earth.

Since his boyhood
He had dreamt
To maintain his family
And to save his country.

He could not carry on
His studies well
For being very poor.
So he decided to be a soldier.

Poverty stole his childhood.
He left his village
At very youth age
To win everything with his will.

Then he knew well
He was not a hero.
He was almost a big zero.
He was a doll in the hands of leaders.

He spent his youth
Carrying rifle on his shoulder
And fearful thought
In his mind and brain.

Completing the full years
Almost two decades
On the battle fields
He returned home forever.

People gathered in his house
Only to see the red holes,
The symbols of courage,
Veiled with the flag of heroism.


By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
'My Own World', No.42.
Copyrights@January16,2016(12: 15am) .