Hero's Song...

What of the heroes,I ask...
Those who fought,those who died...
We remember them...
Songs sung at every Church,
stories told at every inn...
Those heroes of whose lives,the stories,
those pains of lost friends,
those memories which have haunted their sleeps...
People know how they fought,
what they did,
but do they know what they got... in return?

These soldiers if asked of valour,say,
'losing friends and peaceful nights
for the greed and malice of leading minds,
we don't want that name and price,
for which we lose our brothers' lives...
We were better-off farming and going out in the nights,
singing at home,
playing with our children,
watching the stars and the pale moonlight...
But what now have we left after that strife?...
There is no peace,
long bereft,since the day I watched my friend
when he left...
Now only shadow lingers in the sleepless nights,
where I always bereave for those who died...
He watched out for me,
he wished me luck,
and so I cry every night,
why just him and not me beside,
why just him and not me beside...
What is the glory meant in our lives?
We want no glory,or no praise,
we just wish,it was like the old days,
where we all were happy and slept in the night...
Now what have left I without my friends,
nightmares and pains that never get erased,
no peace exists for these 'heroes',as on that day
it left with our friends' lives...
On that day,we lost our smiles...'

This mu friend,is what a soldier sang,
a hero for us,but a restless mind,
this my friend is a hero's life,
sacrifice and pain that we don't understand...
This my friend is the lament of the hero of the common man...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju