Destined to….

When life’s certainty rolls out with the outcome of a dice,

When, three bullets, is the upper margin of your life’s price,

When, death is a regular visitor at the doorsteps of your soul,

You flee to the shelter of memories, waiting for the war to suffice.

 

The memories of my caring mother, life rendered her smile sealed,

The pessimist she became, after optimism showed no yield.

The memories of my beloved father, who, before in this world,

I could, my first, breathed his last in a battlefield.

 

The memories of my adorable wife, whom I left on her delivery night,

For ten months, kept away, has she been, from my sight.

The to-be-memories of my charming daughter, hasn’t yet arrived,

Whose charisma, to my eyes, owing to my plight.

 

Eventually the war got over, my demise, I was able to evade,

Being a survivor, I was promoted to a higher grade,

There was much to lament upon, but instead,

I set for home, not giving my memories, any chance to fade.

 

The journey to me, seemed longer than the war,

As I was rejoicing about having won the battle without a scar.

But, compared to the pain in my heart, from my brothers’ death,

This joy definitely wasn’t even close to be at par.

 

The very joy, soon, though, ceased to exist,

As my feelings of homecoming got clouded over by mist,

An earthquake struck my town, I was told on the way,

Till now, an unexpectedly smooth sequence, now had in it, a twist.

 

Adding to the grievances of the war, I had to suffer a greater pain,

The thought of a family reunion was nothing but an effort in vain,

If it wasn’t me separated from them, they were separated from me,

Destiny just can’t be contained, to which, the oddest of causes may pertain.

This, pretty much guess-able, is the story of a soldier who fights off his death, using the pleasant memories prevalent in his heart. The war he won, the "Death" he defeated, but his "Destiny" he couldn't evade. If it wasn't for him departing, his memories departed....