THE WAITING (An ode to the bride of a soldier missing in action)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

An ode to the bride of a soldier missing in action.

Small was her village, green was the vale,

Brimming was life with fun, cakes and ale.

Apple of the eye for siblings and parents,

Pranced with pals in brooks’ mild currents.

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Spring ushered colour and fair of season,

Came with it a man and, for love, reason.

Handsome was the man, tall and strong,

Stood out in a crowd of thousand throng.

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Eyes met near the merry-go-round fast,

Bouquet of roses he offered her at last.

Talked with the eyes who oozed love,

Lo! Cupid struck and how, by Jove.

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Heaven blessed them, two became one,

Knots three tied and regaled in union.

Day didn’t dawn, cruel came in message,

Loving words couldn’t her feelings assuage.

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Country is at war and guns are roaring,

Neighbour recalcitrant, tensions soaring.

Report to duty, leave behind the bride,

Donned were fatigues, boot laces tied.

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Red paint auspicious, didn’t dry on feet,

Haven’t spoken all night nothings sweet.

Parted with nary a kiss nor a hug tight,

With duffel on back walked into twilight.

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There goes her love, there goes her life,

To save motherland from neighbour’s strife.

Lo! He went, he fought and he conquered,

Missing in action, never had he returned.

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Tired were her eyes, bleary was her vision,

Standing in the doorway, longing for his return.

Day turned eve and eve entered night,

Years went by but returned not her knight.

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Submitted: January 23, 2014

© Copyright 2021 shyam sundar bulusu. All rights reserved.

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J. Edgar Cooper

Well, what can I truly say? Once again Shyam, you have produced a fabulous piece that certainly touches the heart. It must be so hard for someone married and in love with a soldier, to realise that he has to go away and fight. What's makes it so sad, is that the wife never sees her love again and I loved the last line when you said "Years went by but not returned her knight." Such a beautiful poem again from the one and only Shyam. Great work.

Fri, January 31st, 2014 12:28pm

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Tears welled in my eyes, twice. Once when I first wrote the lines and now, when I read your lines. Thanks, James.

Fri, January 31st, 2014 4:39am

J. Edgar Cooper

You're very welcome as always Shyam, it's a real pleasure.

Fri, January 31st, 2014 1:04pm

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Thanks, James.

Fri, January 31st, 2014 3:21pm

Lisa Ayers

Melancholy piece written so beautifully. It warmed my heart.

Thanks for the invite. Nice to meet you.

Mon, February 3rd, 2014 6:25am

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Thanks M.s Ayers. Nice meeting you, too.

Mon, February 3rd, 2014 3:29am

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