Pain In Love
The
bullet that pierced my body
Did
pain me, but not so painfully
As the
words spoken by the one I love.
The
wounds from battle healed,
But
not the wounds in my heart
From
the fight with my beloved.
Guarding
the borders with sleepless nights
Was a
pride,
But
guarding love with sleepless nights
Was a
pain.
A
ceasefire on the battlefield was possible,
But a
ceasefire in the love field
Was
closer to impossible—
Where
the battle never ends,
And
the love war continues.
The
soldier on the other side is an enemy by default,
But
enmity in love is a personal choice.
Waiting
for leave from the battlefield
Is a
peaceful pain,
But
waiting to meet a lover after a long pain
Is
brutal—
The
brutality worse than any missile fired.
Taking
a command from an officer
Is a
relationship between an officer and a gentleman,
But
taking commands from a lover
Instead
of love and care
Is a
battle of self-esteem lost within.
Living
with crisis and killer instinct
Is a
way of life on the battlefield,
But
living with the crisis of love and care from a beloved
Is
like being willing to die on the battlefield
From
unbearable pain.
I am a
soldier—
Born
to kill enemies,
Living
to love my nation.
All
that is needed is a smile, love, and care
Upon
returning home.
Let
civilian life not be a mental battleground.
Let us
learn to live for each other,
So
that I can die with pride for the nation
And
for those who love me—
With
acceptance to miss a person,
And to
live as a martyr forever.
M.L. Narendra Kumar
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