December bandages my oozing wounds with frost
I lay awake in the trench to protect your deep slumber
It's filth dampen my clothes not my heart
As I write this, my heart wanders
My son perhaps longs for my warmth
My wife perhaps gets tired of cooking stories for him
Tell them, I live for them but I breathe for my motherland
The tricolour flying high washes every pain
Either I would let my tricolour fly high or return engulfed in its bosom
Tell my son if his father fails to make home,
He would return everytime the tricolour is held high.
Ask him to not lament but be proud,
To not shed a tear but keep his head high
For he had left as a father to be a son of his country
And soldiers don't die, they live in hearts.
I wasn't always who I am today. It took a lot of courage to break past my shell. Oscar Wilde had once stated that knowing what you want to be in life becomes a curse because you invariably become that but not knowing is liberating, there are endless possibilities of who you can become. I too didn't know who I was going to be. Today, I realise it was liberating. I never knew i could find my voice some day. Now that I feel liberated,it becomes difficult to remain confined. We need to grow, evolve into better beings each day. We need to grow past the "checks and balances" of life. I remember Fuller here, Fuller has asked us to be a part of a process of this evolving planet. He wants us to be "verbs" not "nouns"! Here is a tale of an introverted me who knew not what to expect from life . ....... I would talk less at school, not attend socialising events, avoid looking at stranger's eyes while on the road. In short, I wanted to be invisible to t...
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