He stood there moltan like wax,
As he heard that he was a father now.
His eyes were wet with tears of joy,
He wanted to be there, but didn’t know how..
His duty to the motherland held him back,
He was a soldier first, he knew in his heart.
But the same heart whispered that he was a human too,
From his emotions, how should he part?
Days, months and years flew by,
And the visits to home were few and rare
The achromatic journey of life moved on,
Of love from the family he missed his share.
The children grew up and moved on to new directions,
The wife still waited for togetherness though,
She knew he was the finest one,
Even if life’s boat alone she had to row.
Rock he was, strong and steady,
With his shoulders broad and wide.
His absence never meant he didn’t love them,
Just that his life wasn’t a very smooth ride.
Simi
Simi says... 