14th Feb 2019- Irreparable

My day rose sensing the fumes

When I marched with the convoy aboard,

Like every day following the spirit of my fleet

I rested my shoulders' load on 'Him',

Singing to 'His' tunes I tapped my feet

When a hurtling spear hit my head

I couldn't change my fastened gear,

In seconds the night cast it's darkness spell

Turning bodies into ashes O' those burning dunes,

Shelling all my fellowmen apart but just so near

Crackers busted blasted bombs and guns alert,

None did work to save these souls I saw so clear,

I could not lift my weightless body under the gloom

Of the darkness smouldered night,

When 'He' rose to pick my slain heap of dust...

-An Army daughter.
Ritu Schimer Dhingra

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