WARRIOR AT HOME


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WARRIOR AT HOME

 About five hundred miles away from this land,
my wife counts every hour on dropping of all sand.
She waits for my arrival and I'm thirsty to get a glimpse of her face,
I sleep every night with her portrayal in my head.

 Her chatty brown eyes seems staring me all day,
I remember her wavy hair tresses rolling down her face.
Heavenly face and her captivating words,
can melt anyone from gusty to incurious.

 Her strong heart has helped me to survive
at such a frigid and ruthless site.
Staying tough all day long but,night broke me down,
I feel powerless as not even her voice can be harked around.

 No network,no phone booth,no internet is accessible,
as here,snow covers the surface all throughout the year.
Only a small ATM is there near my bivouac,
from where I withdraw some money diurnal.

 My account is linked with her number,
only after getting withdrawal message she could calmly slumber.
The message is the witness of my alive,
A SOLDIER'S WIFE IS ALSO LIVING EVERYDAY A SOLDIER'S LIFE.

-RITIKA THAKUR


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  1. Code TalksNovember 11, 2019 at 10:04 PM

    Great imagination!! Keep going 😄

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  2. UnknownNovember 11, 2019 at 11:12 PM

    Very good....

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  3. Ashwini SharmaNovember 12, 2019 at 1:13 AM

    It was really cool how the language u used at the end was mirroring what you said in the beginning but reversed showing how the power dynamic u began...loved ur poem...keep writing ❤️❤️

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  4. UnknownNovember 12, 2019 at 3:55 AM

    Keep it up👍..very nice siso..

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  5. UnknownNovember 12, 2019 at 3:56 AM

    Keep it up👍..very nice siso..

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  6. UnknownNovember 12, 2019 at 8:17 AM

    Mast😘😘

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  7. UnknownNovember 13, 2019 at 7:38 AM

    Lovely..this poem presents a great reflection of braveness as well as sacrifices.

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  8. RITIKA THAKURNovember 15, 2019 at 6:31 AM

    Thank u so much😊❣️

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