Father Got The Bullet In A Civil War Poem by Chan Mongol
Father Got The Bullet In A Civil War
I am telling you the truth herewhat I remember;
First round for fun was from Mark 4 or 303 rifle's fire!
Then bullets of defenders flew like bees were after attackers;
Heavy machine guns, LMG bullets came from soldiers! !
Silence was pierced and it was about 3 o'clock in the morning;
It was the full moon of April 8,1971 in the Spring!
My dad insisted and pushed me to leave the war field;
He wanted me to live but chose for him to be killed! !
He inspired me, gave courage;
To live like a lion in hostile days!
'Listen son, I may die and don't cry;
Bury me next to my Ma's cemetery'!
'My turn will come soon;
I have to leave you all alone!
Next to my Ma, put me to sleep; '
But his utmost wish I could not keep!
He forced me to run away far;
Where no bullet and no war!
I lived safe but he couldn't pass the height;
One single bullet pierced his heart in that fight!
Enemies saw him in the BIG Street;
With their guns, they had to greet!
Brutal foe, unknown gun holder;
Took the life of my commander!
I was his top priority;
To save me was his duty!
He wanted to save me with his powers;
From those killers and soldiers!
He inspired me, gave courage;
To live like a lion in hostile days!
'Listen son, I may die and don't cry;
Bury me next to my Ma's cemetery'!
I left Daddy alone, I feel sorry;
In my whole life, this is my worry!
He couldn't cross the height;
A bullet in a second took his living right!
In showers of bullets from east to west;
I returned in the morning for his quest!
But for my daddy, it was too late;
He already entered in death's gate!
My conscience still bothering;
Since the sunrise, of that morning!
In no-man's land but birds and cattle;
First sacrifice, my city had to settle!
He inspired me, gave courage;
To live like a lion in hostile days!
'Listen son, I may die and don't cry;
Bury me next to my Ma's cemetery'!
I left Daddy alone, I feel sorry;
In my whole life, this is my worry!
He couldn't cross the height;
A bullet in a second took his living right!
My father took a death risk to save me;
In a worst situation in that catastrophe!
I was unable to do a duty to my Father;
I left him alone in a war-field, in danger!
For us, time was very bad;
The chest of my father was red!
I tried to carry my lifeless father;
To the cemetery of his mother!
Non-stop shootings failed me to carry;
To my grandma, my daddy to bury!
No help found in no man's land;
Except some cows, goats, mud and sand!
He inspired me, gave courage;
To live like a lion in coming days!
'Listen son, I may die and don't cry;
Bury me next to my ma's cemetery! '
No rampage, all were in fear;
Blood drained out from my dear!
In my teen strength, less skilled;
His final wish was not filled!
Many didn't dare to bring him to grave;
But four angels carried this brave!
They carried him in that war;
To bury him a little far!
His lifelong prayer and wish;
The horriblecivil war made it vanish!
He wanted to sleep in comfort, forever;
In his mother's womb, without fear!
My father took a death risk to save me;
In a worst situation in that catastrophe!
I was unable to do a duty to my Father;
I left him alone in a war-field, in danger!
No rampage! ! Only with the image of the truth; Father. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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4/27/2024 9:17:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The poem is so sad! In 1971, we too faced a war which eventually led to our independence from Pakistan, a brutal military force that rampaged my country, killing hundreds and thousands of innocent men women and children. I too was in my teens at that time. 'A bullet in a second took his living right! ' - a heart wrenching line!