Thursday, February 24, 2011
A touching poem
A touching poem jointly written by 2 people : 1 army officer's mother and the other who is an army officer's wife...
.by Paromah Sen on Wednesday, February 23, 2011 at 9:24pm.
Please Mr. Terrorist man, don’t shoot my man, we just got married, sometime last Jan.
I met him on a sunny day, there were clear blue skies on that lovely day,
Please don’t shoot him and take him away.
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Please Mr. Terrorist man, don’t shoot my son, I have only one, I beg you, don’t take him away.
He joined the army, just like his dad.
He joined to save his country, please don’t make him a news fad.
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Please Mr. Terrorist man, don’t shoot my man, when we got married, sometime last Jan,
He took me to his unit, somewhere close to you, a place called Mamoon,
Told me to stay there and that he’d be back soon.
I spent a long time sitting, whiling my time away, the loneliness killing me, eating me away.
I thought of you and what you do, I thought of you and hated you,
But that’s no reason to shoot my man, I beg you to spare him Mr. Terrorist man.
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Please Mr. Terrorist man, don’t shoot my son, It’s just that he doesn’t like anyone who,
Would make his country a fool. You fight for a different cause and kill the wrong ones.
But my son is just a pawn in the play, just a soldier, don’t kill him for heaven’s sake.
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Please Mr. Terrorist man, I don’t know what else to say,
We’ve moved from where you are but life still isn’t stable for me anyway.
Because of you and others like you, he can be called to the border anyday,
Every 2 years I have to let him leave me to fight people like you away.
It’s a cycle in this army life, tell me, how can I be a happy and calm army wife?
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Please Mr. Terrorist man, here my pleas, I love my son, I will, till my end,
Without him, I’d be a dent. You’ve already taken his father from me, Left me alone, to my grief,
Listen to this new wife please; spare her the pain and agony.
And please don’t take my son from me.
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Written jointly by 2 people: 1 is an army officer's mother and the 2nd is an army officer's wife.
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