THE MOTHER’S CALL

The horrifying emblem of war has,

Engraved upon itself, bloodshed and termination,

The soldier has to sacrifice every relation,

To attend the call of his mother nation.

To attend the call of motherland, a soldier,

Has to sacrifice every smallest bit of his bliss,

Through the rough path, he has to curb every gentle emotion,

From a father’s pat to a mother’s kiss.

From all the powers that I have,

I very easily can pull you back from the deadly cave,

Said a troubled mother to her beloved son, who,

She thinks is sitting at the doorsteps of his own grave.

Oh mother, it was on your insistence,

That i took the pledge to obey the nation’s call.

And now, when my turn is on,

I just can’t let the frontier fall.

All have, the first drop of their blood,

Originating from their mother’s veins.

But only few are fortunate enough,

To return the last drop, attending her pains.

It was dawn, he left for the battlefront,

Pretending as if war was much of a delight.

She stood there, and watched her son go towards the horizon,

And could see him, enlightened by the rising sun’s light.

Two days after, her son set on the journey,

Along the path, which had its end in the heaven,

For his mother, the oath he had taken,

Overshadowed, to his mother, the assurance he had given.

As the title aptly suggests, this is a story of a son who is in a dilemma, as to which call should he pay heed to - The Call of the Mother who wants him to stay away from death, or The Call of the Mother who needs him to fight for her safety. The boy, finally makes a decision to leave whatever he had, and channels himself towards his duty....The Duty of a Soldier, rather than The Duty of a Son....