BLACK CONDOR

A Poem by Saraswati

Once again the alarm rang

The contention of entire lifetime

Have no reliance

neither any acceptance

Beurocrates with their same old discernment

almost established some trivial theory

where they hold the stake of millions

their malicious coffee talks and those disposal of trillions

Here again i am about to see the black blizzard

With havocingly gorious past

Painted this heart is pitch obsidian charcoal

muddled strained but yet to get intact

I already started visualizing

subconsciously in those devastation

I would not like to arrive again

genocides..bloodbath and extermination....

I had been seeing the darkness of a day

in between dead children carnage

among those scattered countless cartridges

projectiles been over blasted

I am in an battle of own

i had been choose for freedom or confinement

in the prison of slavery

with an alibi of bravery

i am being manufactured

to serve someone else s selfish greed

i am bound to kill and make co lateral damages

being equipped to serve and get killed

I am not a coward

But just obligated for what i am

I see this world through some else s notion

i could have flew back..if i had some other option...

There are millions conflicts

But why only few

Its all agenda or propagated

that i am bound to do....

A killing machine on demand

Serve my government with all my heart and being profound

Long ago i cried for a young baby who got killed in my arms

ever since i just crying on my own dissected and forlorned

Those all resentment

Often burn cry and than shatter in my brain

i often draft them in some note

and read when i travel by some bus or train

My village people

ask me about my profession..

I just chuckle

Its an pursuit of delivering and obsession

I get back to my work

with the arsenals covering

the Black condor within my sage

Always reminds me of who i am ,which i am still wondering......

© 2015 Saraswati

Author's Note

Inner turmoils,,psychic stress,,hopelessness,resentments of a young boy serving in armed forces....

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TheLostMind

I can see two things clearly.. one is your anger against the government which does nothing against the brutal killings of its citizens.. Dirty vote bank politics.. at the same time you picture yourself as a soldier, bound to follow orders. A prisoner of your own conscience. You know certain things are wrong, yet you don't raise a voice against them because you are a slave of your own mind.

A very creative write. Neatly penned :)