I wonder

I wonder what life has been, Wonder was she a teacher or a friend
I wonder when the first we met and departed before prologue could end
Just now, guess we finally became unified, Just now she first talked in years
And I was all ready with ardor to listen 
Thrilled with small dreams of laughter
Touch above random, by an unfortunate standard margin
A glimpse of sweet memories
Holding each other's hand for decades and further
Killing the spontaneity factor, hovering in mid-air
Just has earned my first salary, After all the sweat at Harbor
Breeze of the Heights and aura my motherland
Cherishing the eccentric beauty of all the fronts
The gifts I bought for my aging father, A sleep on the lap of goddess
I wish life at last to become that child again
My uniform still bold bursting with pride
Roar and the virtue of my passing out parade
I long to live that moment again and again 
That mischief in her smile, and the illumination those eyes contained
The second love and the biggest support I ever had 
Salute to that courage to continue
I wonder life, why you have always been exceptional
I wonder what I have done to deserve this pleasure
But why? why so early dear?
Merely yesterday it was the home I left, a home that accepted anywhere and everywhere
Pretty was the yesterday, the dusk where my lady kissed my lips
Only to realize how weak my hearts always been
Everyone is your enemy and everyone is your friend, the way she said
Just yesterday my mother oiled my hairs
Hahah... the weirdest ritual we shared
Just yesterday for the first time, "Proud of you, my child"
Finally, the bold father said
I wonder why life why you have been unfair
I apologize for all the mistakes
I question the tragic way we arrived and how excitingly we left
I wonder and I question how finally now to end
Dear life, make me a soldier again
Make me a soldier again
Holy has become My carcass 
In tricolor, I'll return
I wonder is my sacrifice enough?
Is it an ocean in a drop or just a drop in ocean

By- Kshitij Sinha
4/5/2017

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